Tekster: John Mellencamp. It All Comes True.

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