Wings
[Verse 1]I was seven years oldWhen I got my first pairAnd I stepped outsideAnd I was like, MommaThis air bubble right hereIt’s gonna make me flyI hit that courtAnd when I jumped, I jumpedI swear I got so highI touched the net, Mom I touched the netThis is the best day of my lifeAir Maxes were nextThat air bubble, that meshThe box, the smell, the stuffing, the tread,In schoolI was so coolI knew that I couldn’t crease emMy friends couldn’t afford emFour stripes on their AdidasOn the court I wasn’t the bestBut my kicks were like the prosYo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logoNike Air Flight, book bag was so dopeAnd then my friend Carlos’ brother got murdered for his fours, whoaSee he just wanted a jump shotBut they wanted a Starter coat thoughDidn’t wanna get caughtFrom Genesee Park to OthelloYou'd get clowned for those Pro Wings, with the velcroThose were not tightI was trying to fly without leaving the groundCause I wanted to be like Mike, rightWanted to be himI wanted to be that guyI wanted to touch the rimI wanted to be coolAnd I wanted to fit inI wanted what he had, America, it begins
[Hook]I want to flyCan you take me far awayGive me a star to reach forTell me what it takesAnd I’ll go so highI’ll go so highMy feet won’t touch the groundStitch my wingsAnd pull the stringsI bought these dreamsThat all fall down
[Verse 2]We want what we can’t haveCommodity makes us want itSo expensive, damnI just got to flaunt itGot to show emSo exclusive, this that new shitA hundred dollars for a pair of shoesI would never hoop inLook at me, look at meI’m a cool kidI’m an individual, yeahBut I’m part of a movementMy movement told me be a consumer and I consumed itThey told me to just do itI listened to what that swoosh saidLook at what that swoosh didSee it consumed my thoughtsAre you stupidDon’t crease em, just leave em in that boxStrangled by these laces, laces I can barely talkThat’s my air bubble and I’m lost, if it popsWe are what we wearWe wear what we areBut see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us allWill I stand for changeOr stay in my boxThese Nikes help me define meAnd I’m trying to take mineOff
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[Verse 3]They started outWith what I wear to schoolThat first dayLike these are what make you coolAnd this pair, this would be my parachuteSo much more than just a pair of shoesNah, this is what I amWhat I wore, this is the source of my youthThat dream that they sold to youFor a hundred dollars and some changeConsumption is in the veinsAnd now I see it’s just another pair of shoes