Wings

 Em                                
I was seven years old, when I got 
          C
my first pair
I stepped outside, And I was like, 
 G
Momma
this air bubble right here, it's 
B
gonna make me fly

              Em                   
I hit that court, and when I 
     C
jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so 
high
             G                     
I touched the net, Mom I touched 
                       B
the net.. this is the best day of my
 life

             Em
Air Max's were next,  That air 
bubble, that mesh
        C
The box, the smell, the stuffin, the
 tread.
      Am
At school, I was so cool  I knew 
that I couldn't crease 'em
    G
My friends couldn't afford 'em
         B
Four stripes on their Adidas

    Em
On the court I wasn't the best, but 
my kicks were like the pro's
   C
Yo, I stick out my tongue so 
everyone could see that logo
  Am
Nike Air Flight , book bag was so 
dope
      B
And then my friend Carlos'  brother 
got murdered for his Fours, whoa

                       Em
See he just wanted a jump shot, but 
they wanted his Starter coat though
   C
Didn't wanna get caught, from 
Genesee Park to Othello
  Am
You get clowned for those Pro Wings,
 with the velcro
     G
Those were not tight
 B
I was trying to fly without leaving 
the ground,
             Em
cuz I wanted to be like Mike, right

                 C
Wanted to be him
I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to
            G
 touch the rim
I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to
 fit in
B
I wanted what he had, America, it 
begins

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Em
I want to fly
         C
Can you take me far away

 Am
Give me a star to reach for

  G              B
Tell me what it takes
                 Em
And I'll go so high

I'll go so high
     C
My feet won't touch the ground
              Am
So stitch my wings

And pull the strings
                   G
I bought these dreams
       B
That all fall down


 Em
We want what we can't have, 
commodity makes us want it
 C
So expensive, damn, I just got to 
flaunt it
  G
Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this 
that new shoes
  B
A hundred dollars for a pair of 
shoes I would never hoop in

 Em
Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool 
kid
  C
I'm an individual, yea, but I'm part
 of a movement
 Am
My movement told me be a consumer 
and I consumed it
         G
They told me to just do it, I 
listened to what that swoosh said

  Em                               
Look at what that swoosh did See it
                 C
 consumed my thoughts
Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, 
just leave 'em in that box
  Em
Strangled by these laces, laces I 
can barely talk
  B
That's my air bubble and I'm lost, 
if it pops

  Em
We are what we wear, we wear what we
 are
             C
But see I look inside the mirror and
 think Phil Nike tricked us all
  G
Will I stand for change, or stay in 
my box
       B
These Nikes help me define me, but 
I'm trying to take mine, off

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Em
I want to fly
         C
Can you take me far away
 Am
Give me a star to reach for
  G              B
Tell me what it takes
                 Em
And I'll go so high

I'll go so high
     C
My feet won't touch the ground
              Am
So stitch my wings and pull the 
strings
                   G
I bought these dreams
                 B
That all fall down

Em C Am G B

  Em
They started out, with what I wear 
to school
             C
That first day, like these are what 
make you cool
           G
And this pair, this would be my 
parachute
             B
So much more than just a pair of 
shoes
                   Em
Nah, this is what I am, What I wore,
 this is the source of my youth
       C
This dream that they sold to you
                Am
For a hundred dollars and some 
change, Consumption is in the veins
     G                    B
And now I see it's just another pair
 of shoes