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 I had to be blind to the world
I may have 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 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 just, 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'