This is a song about "Air"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Don't you leave a seed in there

I don't even breathe the same air

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

We just went there

I'm running out of air

You appear as if you care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair