Prozac

Take some prozac
Fuck that
That shit is going to make you mad
I like my head, just the way it's at
I like to think, and not have my mind go blank
Matter of fact
That's what it's all about
Taking that shit, is just going to make you mad
My life ain't even near, anything that bad
So why prescribe me, some of this new chemical fad
I've will never need it, and i don't think i ever had

What's with the colour
Why do they make it jade
And what's with the shape
Diamond? like bling for your brain?
Rims that spin
Making you go insane

If your like me
And you know how to work the streets
You know you need your head
To keep from getting beats
You know you need your head
To not lose your feet
You know you need your head
To battle the oncomming sleet
So what's the use of this fucking mind pill
You will lose your head, and everything within