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
I was so cool
My friends couldn't afford 'em
On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros
And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his fours, whoa
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
We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it
So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it
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
We are what we wear, we wear what we are
Will I stand for change, or stay in my box
These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine..... off