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,
"Momma, I touched the net," this is the best day of my
life.
Air Max's 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, 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 to start a cult
though. Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to
Othello. You could clown 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.
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. I stitched 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, d.mn, I just got to flaunt it. Got to show 'em, so
exclusive, this that new sh.t. A 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, yeah, 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, but I'm trying
to take mine, off.
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. I stitched my wings.
And pull the strings. I bought these dreams. That all fall
done.
It 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.
~Macklemore, 'Wings'