A Little Rhyme

When I all I have is to rhyme.
Why does it seem like I run out of time.
Trying to the right thing, I always seem to fail at it.
Man it still early and already I feel like shit.
I'm not going to say life isn't fair.
Shit happens, here and there.
I will say that I will do better for the times ahead.
Replacing the doubt with faith instead.
Keeping it together, tight like a rope.
Holding on to that something that gives me hope.
Being able to walk outside and not have any fear.
Why should I when God is near.