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, its gonna make me fly I hit back-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 Maxs were next, That air bubble, that mesh The box, the smell, the stuffin, the tread, At school I was so cool I knew that I couldnt crease em My friends couldnt afford em Four stripes on their Adidas On the court I wasnt 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 that 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 his Starter coat, though Didnt 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
Posted on: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 07:23:32 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015