King of my world

Ok let's see were do I start
Just like everybody else can't tell me apart
But on the inside I'm not the same
would love the money but **** the fame
And the loot's only for the family
Breaking their backs just to take care of me
I say **** the fame cause there's no privacy
Millions of people, a famous object is all they see


I was a peasant before I was a king
To this day it still feels like a dream
I snap out when I hear my people shout
My message will have you stuck in a round about
May not be the best
Definitely not like the rest
Cause it ain't about fame, *****es, or cars
It's not about getting high and flying to mars
It's about the art of the story
Thru blood sweat and tears you can achieve glory
Never sell my soul for a record deal
Don't give a **** if I'm broke and have to rob and steal
If I'm starving and you just trying to give me a meal
Well guess what I don't need your charity
Cause if I disagree *****s are gonna want to bury me
Could care less if I don't get my name on a label
Sweeten the pot with mad stacks of cash on the table
Still wouldn't sign my name on the line
Don't need no caviar or no wine
I'm good with chips and a brew
I'm a simple guy that's the difference between me and you
Cause I got my own style
And if I sign my soul to the devil
He'll want to change me onto another level
Telling me how to dress and to walk
How to rap and how to talk
**** that **** don't like being controlled and told
Mother****er I'm bold and tell you to **** off
Then You'll make me look like I fell off
You'll ruin my image
Telling people to scrimmage
Not to follow my music
But I got a voice so I'ma use it
Got everyone brainwashed the'll do whatever you say
When my voice comes out tell them not to hit play
It'll work like sheep taking orders from a Shepherd
It'll be like a village shunning a leper
Odd man out ostracism is what I'm talking about
Then I won't be so nice
Exterminate every last one like a field of mice
But there's still people that can't be touched like a mythical creature
Need a lesson in attitude just call me the teacher
So what's the point if all were gonna do is disagree
It's all right I'll just go to the world under neath
Go to the people like me----a real hip hop head
Like BIG L said you can't kill me I was born dead
Teach my people like uc professors
To stand up and battle their oppressors
Take them out while they try to lock us in an asylums forcing anti depressors



Please comment, give opinion Thanks

I like the general idea of it man, as long as you try to keep it real and do what you ACTUALLY do then it's alright and this wasn't too bad. A lot of your end-rhymes are forced though man. Work on syllable count and flow, if you need some tips on flow there is a great section on tips for rapping headed by most likely SBU, now go out and give some other people C&C!