"Sometimes it's like having the whole world on your shoulders..."

Sometimes it's like having the whole world on your shoulders
And before you know it, the world switches from pebbles to boulders
Within the blink of an eye one is caught up in the
Strife that is our daily life,
Wiser isn’t always hand in hand with getting older
The realization that life and my patience are only getting shorter
The world will only get colder
Struggles that reiterate, many servants - few owners
And I must wander through this well-orchestrated
Mundane quandary of an existence, cutting few (if no) corners
Conscious of the eventual consequence that’s coming my way
Should I choose to linger, play my role and stay
Wide awake and coming to my own conclusion as to why
Certain aspects in my mind have me feeling in such disarray
But this is part of my every day ”in” and “around” greater LA living
If not careful it can crush you and leave you disillusioned
The only way out is to find and execute a concrete solution
For this concrete jungle has a way making you feel humbled
Enough to crumble some dead in their tracks of supposed evolution
These tryfling streets offer no comfort no restitution
Only those that strive to stay alive survive
But even still some become casualties and die
And it’s one of those I don’t want to become
A sucker stuck in the slums, a random victim of a red-rum
A beggar living from crumb to crumb
The thought alone leaves me numb
In the larger scale I know my sorrows seem small
And I should probably be thankful I have any at all
Because without that
tomorrows victory wouldn't taste half as sweet
Always on my toes always on my feet
Mustn't forget;
The path I follow has an elite, rhythmic beat