When you release a series of acclaimed mixtapes like the "Young Sinatra" series, and the time for your major debut has come, pressure tends to build. When your sister calls you crying because she can't shake the memory of the man who raped her -- and she's popping pills because she thinks she's repeating the same mistakes as your mother -- pressure tends to build. When you're dad, who was absent for almost all of your life, addicted to crack cocaine, calls asking you to stop rapping about his addiction and also requests money for his new girlfriend, pressure tends to build.
This is the world of Logic, and the many adversities he's encountered during the first 24 years of his life could have kept the Maryland-born rapper anchored below the surface. But what would seem a cage to almost anyone --the once "literal underground artist" spent his mixtape years living and reco...
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