Story By Stevie Wonder

Lyrics for Story By Stevie Wonder

Hey, this is Stevie I was blessed to be raised in the west side of Detroit I lived on Breckenridge, that was the first home that we lived in My neighborhood, where I was raised up When the girls came around, I would sing On the front porch, beating on the stairs and singing For hours and hours upon hours Seeing a piano for the first time But the amazing thing as well is Through those experiences, I was able to understand how My being blind, because my mother allowed me to be free Didn't mean that I had to be blind to the world I may have had a visual disability But did not stop my vision inside me I didn't know what it was like being poor Because God had made me rich Even before I was born Rich with the spirit of knowing that Anything you imagine, that's for the good, is possible to be a reality Because a few weeks before I was discovered I, I had a dream that I heard my music, my record on the radio I had nothing out and no one knew who I was And um, amazing, it really happened And so, you know, it's just, it's... I, I, I can say to other young people as I said to my son Kiland I said, "Listen, what you don't understand Is that God gave you a brand even before you were born All you had to do in life is walk into it"