Sorry about the bad singin, but I had do what I had to do, to make this song all mine. It's meaningful if you get it, and there's soon to be another song about the same subject.
Ben Romito
Notion Entertainment, strait from the ground, pushin the sky, and the limits. Notion was created in 2002, looking to touch a heart, break a few, and make many lips drop. We're hard, big, and money making suit men, making Death Row look little. Watch for us....we're goin triple plat.
Story behind the song
Last Friday a good friend of mine, Cliff Mathews joined Hospice. With me relizing he was going to pass, I was torn with dissions to make. Either I beat the shit out of Eric, steal his car, and visit Cliff, or sit on my ass and let the memories of him fade. That night feeling I made a wrong choice with just trying to relax, I wrote this song for myself, and him. The next morning he Cliff died. Before I heard the news this rushed song was finished, and I thought it was pointless to do any corrections on the recording, so everything was taken in one take. There's another song for Cliff, but thats soon to be released.
Lyrics
Slit from the roof, lead drops in, spittin into my nerves, it alters with
The metal/mental rail, the white sheets, stretched across this bed ends
A drop higher than the post, a Cliff that’s far from walking
Let this not settle, is it passed that time, I’m done
It’s glimpse sand, tossin what’s been done
Watchin the scales press palm and catchin dust
A memory forgotten from years
This tear is where I give in, as it washes me away this nonsense is lost
Decision with what’s been done, dose it wait or has it won
The clock pushes 12, which is the state of his condition
Will this pass, can this be forgotten, or is it a moment shattered by us
Who believes in fate, who’s hear to be judge our ambitions
I’ve been waiting to change us all, but it seems the moments never comes
Was a memory forgotten from years?
This tear is where I give in, as it washes me away this nonsense is lost
It seems for us to push the limits, will it be best
Or will I suffer for a forgotten cause
Ill let u rest Ill give u peace
What’s best your son or the one from this past
I must/I’m forgotten, give me last
Knocked unconscious, but with this desired mind,
Why can’t I leave, why hasn’t this been given an option
Who will take me, will they, or do these threads from the ceiling must be placed
Must I be laced with nothing more than death, there’s no way to change this, there’s no way to change….
