A Few Words
 

I'm not tryin to make niggaz fear my knife
I want them to hear my strife
Learn from my mistakes so they don't mirror my life
I'm not illiterate, I hear ya talkin but I consider it chatter
I don't dwell on little shit, subjects wit insignificant matter
I choose not to be fake, it don't take much to pretend
I choose to capture my thoughts with a touch of a pen
Tha thangs I do on tha streetz is meant to feed my hunger
Satisfy my thirst, cuz its tha state of greed I'm under
I'm not livin as a average man, so I can die broke
Cuz a average man don't speak the words that I spoke
It gets harder and difficult for feelings to transact
Abstract, thoughts my plans lacked, hands wrapped
In blood and blisters, envision pictures, tha mans trapped
Hands black, and grams stacked, tell crews to stand back
I let my mind unleash rhymes like a caged animal
My lines eat away at tha paper, feel my rage, page cannibal,
I fight for respect, don't feel me? then forgive I
But these are just a few beliefs and ways that I live by

Your flow and wordplay was too basic...after few lines the reader can guess what word you are going to rhyme with...make your flows little more complex...peace..

When did you start rhymin!?
I think it was aight