Lyrics:

Written by: John Mellencamp and George M. Green 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