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