Wings

	  		
 

Verse 1: 

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

              Em                        C 
I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high  
                     
             G                                            B                                   
I touched the net, Mom I touched 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  

  Em 
You get clowned for those Pro Wings, with the velcro  
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  
                                       G                            
I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim  
I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in  

B 
I wanted what he had, America, it begins  

  

  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  



(Chords repeat) 

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  


 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 shoe 

  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                                                  B 
They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said  

  Em 
Look at what that swoosh did  

                                                  C 
See it 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  

(Instrumental bit) 

Em C G B 
Em C Am G B 
Em C G B 
Em C Am G B 

(Chorus Chords same as first 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  
So stitch my wings  
And pull the strings  
I bought these dreams  
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