Thugger's Boy

Sweden

Sweden was supposed to be the trip of a life time, meet some of my foreign fans and party it up as usual. Now here I am in an uncomfortable jail cell, sitting on an IKEA bed frame that looks like it could break in half if you bumped into it. It's funny how my mental state is in the same condition as a cheap bed. The guards were standing outside the heavy steel door to my cell, every once in a while you could hear them talking about whatever it is Swedish assholes talk about to pass time, the only English words being "famous" and "Rocky". Fame is something I usually would consider a privilege but now it's feeling more like an excuse to be judged under the microscope of media and any little Instagram page run by ignorant crackers, what I did was right. It felt right at the time and it still feels right even weeks after being put in handcuffs for "assaulting" the next Swedish Harvey Weinstein, who probably is lapping up the attention he's finally getting for once in his life. The tired and gruff voice of my attorney interrupts my internal self loathing, "Mr.Rakim, you're free to go. Jeffery worked his magic for you once again". I wonder how Thugger wants me to repay him this time..