Story letra

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 I had to be blind to the world
I may have a visual disability but did not stop the vision inside me
I didn't know what it was like, being poor
Because god had made me rich, even if 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 had a dream that I heard my music, my record on the radio
I had nothing out, no one knew who I was, and, um, amazing, it really happened

And so you know, it's, 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"