HI! My name is..

Nobody's lost more than I have in recent years, I feel
Because I lost all traces of my life, cant know whats real
When I cant trust a person who calls me brother or her lover
So I'll try to reintroduce myself so Im not confused with another

My name is Chris, and you should know I need to write this down
Nobody else can remember for me, my so called "family" is outta town
So let me tell you details as Fast as I can, I need to hurry
But its hard to dig out the place, where memories were buried
I dont know why they always cry, I always remember to smile
I couldnt tell you if the pain I caused happened for a while
They talk about dreams, I might be asleep, this might not be real
With my condition, theres pain that even I forget to feel....

Nobody's lost more than I have in recent years, I feel
Because I lost all traces of my life, cant know whats real
When I cant trust a person who calls me brother or her lover
So I'll try to reintroduce myself so Im not confused with another

My name is Chris, and as I stare into this paper in my own writing
rhyming, It must be some dumb poem I must've been reciting
But hey whatever, its not finished so I'll put in my own Twist
Mood swings, suddenly I remember I wanted to slit my wrists
But I dont know the reason why, dont even know why it popped up
It might've been that night, with that nasty sting liquid in my cup
So I guess I'll look for my blade, and get this overwith quick
Shit, I can already feel that my minds losing its grip

Nobody's lost more than I have in recent years, I feel
Because I lost all traces of my life, cant know whats real
When I cant trust a person who calls me brother or her lover
So I'll try to reintroduce myself so Im not confused with another

Hi my name is Chris, and I dont know why i have a razor
I must be re-enacting some of the crazy lines on this paper
I have that habit sometimes, when God resets my mind
Mom tells me that she goes through this with me all the time
I guess I do kinda need to shave, go up against the grain
I remember in 12th grade I shaved only half my hair away
I remember alot, like the doctor tellin me to write my thoughts
That way, what I was thinking a minute ago doesnt get lost
But why Im speaking like I was, I dont have not even a clue
All I know, is theres no cure, and I've been writing since youth
Sometimes i grow cold with despair, when theres nobody here
And I know theres a reason, but I think back and its never there

Nobody's lost more than I have in recent years, I feel
Because I lost all traces of my life, cant know whats real
When I cant trust a person who calls me brother or her lover
So I'll try to reintroduce myself so Im not confused with another...
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Mrs. Rodriguez, We've confirmed that the cause of suicide, was that Your son was feeling a sort of guilt, which was caused in part of how you handled his short term memory loss. Its too late for anything now, except that now we know atleast why it took a little longer and why there were constant mood shifts. Im sorry about what happened.

The flow was great. And the imagenary and creativty was good.The wordplay was mature and the structre was incredible. I liked the story. Keep it up. 9-10.

~PK.

muchos gracias

this was a great piece.. i loved the story line.. all threw the piece it flowed very nicely.. the imagery was outstanding, it was one of the main reasons i liked this so much.. i loved the emotion in this as well, very nice job.

can you please drop some feed on my piece?

up.

sleeep

I liked this, but not so much as a rap piece as simply a story. This isn't a good song, if that's what it's meant, but the simple rhyme scheme does help to tell your story to a very precise point. I like that about it, but I think it has a habit of forsaking rhythm for the sake of using words you'd rather use to tell your story