something i came up with during the night. Please respond with what you think and some tips.

How many whiggas like me do ya see/
busting their rap on mtv/
hungry for fame but none know their name/
and craving for fame they smuggle their shame/
and pretty soon everyone comprehends their name/
as the spit in the underground
Waiting to be found/ becoming a hound/
so they put forth everything they’ve got/
put on the spot but there everything their not/
expected to be and their dreams break before being seen/
and they go home shattered /
Their dreams have been splattered/
On the pavement of hope/
So they turn to dope hoping to scope/
Out their problems with coke/
Till the OD on a drug called codeine/
And end up dead cremated instead/
And their remains scattered just like their dreams that were shattered.