I was seven years old, when I got my first pair

I was seven years old, when I got my first pair
 And I stepped outside
 And I was like, Momma, this air bubble right here, it’s gonna make me fly
 I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high
 I touched the net, Mom I touched the net, this is the best day of my life
 Air Maxes were next
 That air bubble, that mesh
 The box, the smell, the stuffin, the tread, in school
 I was so cool
 I knew that I couldn’t crease ‘em
 My friends couldn’t afford ‘em
 Four stripes on their Adidas
 On the court I wasn’t the best, but my kicks were like the pros
 Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo
 Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope
 And then my friend Carlos’ brother got murdered for his fours, whoa
 See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted a Starter coat though
 Didn’t wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello
 You'd get clowned for those Pro Wings, with the velcro
 Those were not tight
 I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, cause I wanted to be like Mike, right
 Wanted to be him
 I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim
 I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in
 I wanted what he had, America, it begins
 
Chorus:
 I want to fly
 Can you take me far away
 Give me a star to reach for
 Tell me what it takes
 And I’ll go so high
 I’ll go so high
 My feet won’t touch the ground
 Stitch my wings
 And pull the strings
 I bought these dreams
 That all fall down
 
We want what we can’t have, commodity makes us want it
 So expensive, [bad word]  I just got to flaunt it
 Got to show ‘em, so exclusive, this that new [bad word]  hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in
 Look at me, look at me, I’m a cool kid
 I’m an individual, yea, but I’m part of a movement
 My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it
 They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said
 Look at what that swoosh did
 See it consumed my thoughts
 Are you stupid, don’t crease ‘em, just leave ‘em in that box
 Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk
 That’s my air bubble and I’m lost, if it pops
 We are what we wear, we wear what we are
 But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all
 Will I stand for change, or stay in my box
 These Nikes help me define me, and I’m trying to take mine, off
 
Chorus:
 I want to fly
 Can you take me far away
 Give me a star to reach for
 Tell me what it takes
 And I’ll go so high
 I’ll go so high
 My feet won’t touch the ground
 Stitch my wings
 And pull the strings
 I bought these dreams
 That all fall down
 
They started out, with what I wear to school
 That first day, like these are what make you cool
 And this pair, this would be my parachute
 So much more than just a pair of shoes
 Nah, this is what I am
 What I wore, this is the source of my youth
 This dream that they sold to you
 For a hundred dollars and some change
 Consumption is in the veins
 And now I see it’s just another pair of shoes