Psyche

They tell me Write what you know Well all I know is my psyche They tell me I'm going off road Drifting off at high speeds The telly Tells me the country Has gone off to shit So sell off what you can And hit the bricks Get your passport pic And new luggage Plane ticket And your one bitch Get hitched Like will Let a little wine Spill Free time in a new life What's not the appeal But if thats no ideal Maybe you need to seal Your self and hide Or Do a Deep dive under the radar Like a sub Under cover Hide in the depths of your mind At least that wont coast you dime Just the insurance To lock you inside The institute Of your choosing That's quite a unique Solution Right? Born Only where you were In your place and time With your genetics That sculpted the creases Of your mind Increases the chance of layered rhymes By decreasing the hits from the pipe Cause each thing we do Accompanies a vice Let's not make it a noose And always think twice