This is a song about "10000 fist in the air"

One in the air for the people who fight

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Three in the air for the people who struggle

The concept is so absurd

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Apparent in the air that there's hysteria, they'll bury ya,

Yeah that motor be the fastest

Feel my vibe raise the fist

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,

You got a baby boy or girl in there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air