Too Much Rhyming

Although I do too much rhyming, my rhyming is tight, and my timing seems right, there's a blinding light, binding my sight, keeping me, from finding my might, I'm winding with fright, while grinding my plight, never minding my fight, my crying is slight, as long as my trying takes flight, do no lieing cause it'll bite, its all black and white, but I'll be more than alright, soon after saying my prayers tonight!!!.