FREEZING SILENCE - Introduction Poem by sporadic thinker

This is me, my heart's cold there's a freezing silence,
born to duality peace and violence,
I ain't eat so can't sleep at least i'm trying,
to do right tho police be eyeing,
they go keep denying, either they beat us or stand by and if,
i'm a disease, tell me who is the mad scientist?

product of my environment,
innocent men locked up behind iron and,
the women pay rent and raise kids by theyselves,
no food in the fridge rice and peas on the shelf,
thank the lord she aint succumb to prostitution,
on hopeless nights she drinking that rum it absolutely,
numb the pain,

should've kept my legs closed i ain't got no one to blame,
its been pouring since a younging ain't no running from the rain,
just hit your knees and pray to god that you'll see the sun again.