Nikes
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My Nikes are special
They aren’t like any other pair of shoes I’ve ever owned
They come from a place far far away
It was either the beginning of August, or the end of May
I traded in my Nike’s for the open mics
Those early Saturday morning 6 o'clocks for them 7s ate my priorities I had to trade them in for
Walking on the street or tryna keep a beat,
All I really need are some shoes on my feet.
Preferably Nike, but I ain't picky. Some fresh white converses
With red laces. Or maybe some Air Force Ones to keep me fly
