Embroiled & Enrolled

Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my balance
Trying not to succumb to urges of violence
Attempting to circumvent the matrix codes
By standing on my own and remaining bold

Seeing mesospheric like cold hearts daily
Wondering if this is how it'll eternally be
Desiring to be free of the misery of pain
In reality, there'll always be some sort of rain

It's needed to sustain growth from the soil
We gotta be thankful for lands we've toiled
Embroiled and enrolled in the School of Hard Knocks
Where trials and tribulations run 'round the clock