I stand here, a black man   I have no history   I was brought up in East Chicago   And I grew up on the streets      The chains around the playground   Were the chains around my heart   The brand upon my shoulder   Well, it reminds you who you are      And it all comes true   Yes, it all comes true   Like a wheel inside a wheel   It turns on you      And you think   What have I done? What can I do?   What you believe about yourself   It all comes true      I was just a young girl   My mother called me, Hon   My father was unhappy   'Cause I should have been his son      They said, "Learn to be a waitress   And learn to be a wife   And be thankful for   A chance to live an ordinary life"      And it all comes true   Yes, it all comes true   Like a wheel inside a wheel   It turns on you      And you think   What have I done? What can I do?   What you believe about yourself   It all comes true      My life is a contradiction   Of sorrow and desire   I drag my heart across the ash   To throw it on the fire      Maybe there's a reason   And could there be a plan   Or are we all just fools   To think we'll understand      And it all comes true   Yes, it all comes true   Like a wheel inside a wheel   It turns on you      And you think   What have I done? What can I do?   What you believe about yourself   It all comes true      Yeah, it all comes true   Yes, it all comes true   Like a wheel inside a wheel   It turns on you      And you think   What have I done? What can I do?   What you believe about yourself   It all comes true