Magic City Page 19
by Trick Daddy
In closing, I’d like to clarify something. I answer to God, because He’s the only one I have to answer to when I leave this Earth. I’m trying to get into His big house, so I have work to do to earn my bunk. The media likes to criticize me for boasting that I’m a thug. They don’t understand my definition. A thug isn’t someone dressed in baggy jeans and Timberland boots ready to pistol-whip your ass. A thug is someone who stands on his own. He lives by the decisions he makes and accepts the consequences. Most problems stem from the fact that most people don’t know who they are. A thug is comfortable in his own skin. I wear mine like a glove.