How is my rap can I improve it any?

All I see is people dead, feeble to led, kids malnourished and unfed

Here I feed courage to those that embed into sorrow

There’s always a tomorrow, nope people shot 44 hollow

Dropping like pestilence, violence spreading through all the residents

New promises from presidents never completed

Intelligence and clever one’s always mistreated

To this new mentality I spew reality to clear the debris

In your mental state so you can see don’t contemplate it’s not the key

Just follow me through these raining apocalyptic times

Kids smoking trees gaining cryptic minds

Encrypt my rhymes to find the purpose

Worthless stuck in malignant curses

Tearing out my ligament, spitting belligerent verses

To make the picture clear, the fixture is here

Im 15