Logan P. McCoy @ work.
I wrote this song without really thinking about it. Like a lot of my friends, I don’t really know my father. The circumstances for this fact may very well be very different than those of my peers. Nonetheless, we all ended up in the same condition of single parent upbringing.
This is where I take a minute to thank all the courageous strong willed mothers who raised us knuckle headed men by themselves. I gave my mother hell in a smooth way but she managed to break and mold me into the man I am today. Thank you Ma!
Funny enough, it was my mother who kept drilling into my head the value of forgiveness. With her strong Christian ethos, she always stresses the value of forgiveness and how it’s our duty to forgive those who fault us. I guess all those years of relentless drilling finally penetrated.
See, for a long time, I didn’t realize that I held a grudge against my father. It was so suppressed and buried that I just thought I was indifferent. To be honest, I just didn’t think about it. In retrospect I guess I was angry with him. I expressed my anger in ways seemingly isolated from the real cause.
Anyhow, the point I am trying to make is that, I didn’t really realize how angry I was until I forgave him. Naturally this process of forgiveness happened over time as I learned to channel my anger via creative outlets instead of my former enraged emotional outbursts.
I have no idea where this song came from. It came about as a result of merely trying to demonstrate to someone I know how to write a song about personal triumph and growth. To give him a clear example, I set out to write a song about my father. Before the pen hit the paper, I had no idea what I was going to write. The moment I started moving the pen, I went in a trance. Within a half hour, I had the words to the song. Remembering that I had a beat that would fit since it expressed the emotions within the words, I turned my computer on and proceeded to record what I had written. Within the hour I had a finished song.
Whoever came up with the now cliché “forgive and forget” was on to something. It’s really a burden to begrudge someone and then carry it around all your life. “Forgiving and forgetting” is the equivalent of dropping that unnecessary load of un-forgiveness we all bear.
I forgive you Pop!
Hey what’s up?
My name is Logan P. McCoy, but you can call me Lucky Logan. I’m a musician. The style I do is Rhythm and Poetry, otherwise known as Rap music. To be quite frank, I am the real deal. I’ve put in over ten thousand hours honing my craft. Record labels and other such industry gatekeepers seem to think I’m too deep for mainstream audiences. Underground purists think I’m too mainstream for them. Caught in the middle, I’ve decided to create my own niche. This is where you come in. I need you to check out a new album I just released. It’s called Reincarnation Of Cool. You can hear it on my website: www.luckylogan.com. Believe you me, this will change all you thought hip hop could be.
Thanks for reading, and happy listening.
Sincerely yours,
Logan P. McCoy.
www.luckylogan.com
P.S. I’m also a producer. I make and sell original beats from my site as well. So all you indie film-makers, video game developers, ad-agencies and other multi-media developers who need fresh new music for your various projects, check out www.luckylogan.com.
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Funny, I didn’t notice this human tendency until very recently. I have a friend who always calls me to talk to me about his problems. I try to be there for him as much possible so a lot of times I just listen. This time was no different. He calls me and we go through the customary greeting ritual friends usual engage in before the real conversation is had.
Right after, my friend begins his twenty minute rant with the phrase “Yo Poze, I have a problem man, I need your help”. I had heard this many times before but never from such a perspective as this. It was almost an epiphany. From my newfound perspective, I engage in the conversation as usual, but this time as a much more casual observer than an emotionally engaged participant.
As usual, I maintain my silence so that he can get things of his chest. Carefully paying attention to his expression, choice of words and the emotions he was going through, I noticed something I hadn’t before in my conversations with people. I noticed that he got more emotionally charged the more he spoke about his problems. I literally saw a graduation of emotion from sadness to extreme anger the harsher his words got.
Much like a snowball, gathering more snow as is rolls downhill, he started with the little problems he had, which, triggered memories of the larger ones all making him feel worse than when we started the conversation. I tried to yell avalanche but he just wouldn’t budge. All that he gave voice to, in his very self defeating tone wore on him. I observed his emotions rise and fall like a roller coaster between peaks of anger and dips of self doubt and depression.
In this state, he had shut himself off to any possibility of hope. Much like a man in a dark room who has only to turn on a light switch to see, so did my friend have a choice but chose to refuse to allow the light of hope to change his outlook on his situation. No words of encouragement would help him. In fact he said it, “nothing can help right now dawg”, “…it’ll be a while before it passes”. In his mind, his present reality was the only reality. He knew it would pass but for now he didn’t want to part with it. Almost as if subconsciously protecting those negative feelings he was so attached to in the present moment from leaving him.
A few days later, after that problem had passed, he calls me and says, take a wild guess, ” Yo Poze… I have a problem”. I found it rather amusing that he didn’t even bother to tell me how the other problem had gotten resolved. He just casually brushed over it as if a thirty second briefing brought me up to speed. I sensed he was in a rush to get the pesky good news out of the way so he could spend the next forty-five minutes telling me his new bad news. “I have a problem dawg”.
It made me realize how little we as human beings dwell on the good things that actually happen to us and the exponentially greater amount time and energy we spend dwelling on, discussing and reliving the bad things that happen to us. We all do it. Being aware of it, I have made it a conscious exercise to focus more on the good things that happen to me. It’s given me a new perspective on life.
This new perspective makes me wonder how the conversation would have played out had he called me saying, “Yo Poze, I have a solution”
New song from my forthcoming solo release Reincarnation Of Cool, this one is called “Mind Aimed And Ready”. This is a song about the beauty of a dangerous mind. In the art of war, the artist must understand that one’s weapons aren’t the ones he/she wields. The only real and most efficient weapon is one’s mind .
Mind Aimed And Ready
I call mine the nine quicker hitter splitter.
My mind’s the nine iron,
With it I can hit a splinter,
Hit your inner split your center.
Don’t reach I’m a tad slicker,
Spittin’ heat sinkers
My instincts are inches thicker.
Quick draw McCoy I’ll split your lid up.
Listen, my flicker’s bigger.
Before you pick up, I’ll lift your wig up.
I’m really that good dude I’ll cook your noodles
Don’t let the euphemisms fool you.
I’ll wet your wits right through troop.
Sometimes it’s not premeditated,
I just shoot off the hip,
To take the roof of your neck
How I do it, it all connects
It’s all direct
Thirty-two rounds of flames,
I might as well be shooting grenades.
The barrel’s long range,
This third eye puts a red dot on my prey.
Homie behave.
Listen, I’m thinking quicker,
Leaning on my speaking trigger.
Squeezing slicker.
I’ll split up your figure from spirit you’ll shiver
You feel you’re quicker then bring it I’m itchin’.
Spitting heat seekers I’m winning.
I riddle your body with rhythm.
I believe you’re a little livid.
I’ll relieve you of your miserable living.
I’ll assassinate your character flaws
With the deadliest of force
I decimate negative thoughts.
You cats keep clapping
I’ll send you a long applause;
You don’t want a standing ovation.
Lucky’s a boss,
Understand my vocation.
With kindness I’m a killer with a cause
Like a general at war
See it’s my duty therefore to banish your corpse
For having cherished the thought
To vanquish a boss
I’m sorry your loss, I gotta polish you off
-Logan P. McCoy
NEVER LOSE HOPE, YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BY KEEPING IT!
-Kwame Denu
This is the new song from the forthcoming Logan P. McCoy project Reincarnation Of Cool. It’s was written as a hope inspiring song dedicated to various people I know. You’ll know it’s for you when you hear it. I won’t divulge any names because it’s a bit too personal. I’m sure you understand. Without any further ado, here’s “Faith Immortal”.
Faith Immortal
Not a care or a worry
Should make your smile disappear
Mama a change gon’ come
Ugh, a change gon come
Let that smile just appear
And watch your clouds disappear
Sis a change gon’ come,
Ugh, a change gon come
You’ve been strong all these years
Fighting, holding back your tears
Quietly crying to no one’s ears
But I know that God hears
Mama you can toss your fears
You’ve no cause to care
You can toss your fears
To the one you know who cares
There’s a reason you’re still breathing
Change is coming is soon
But everything in its season
Change can come at noon
But you miss if you’re sleeping
Listen if you’re speaking
A bird told me to tell you
Change is coming soon
You’ve worked hard all your life
And still you have no worth
Not even half your rights
Why sit and curse you birth?
I say close your eyes
Then you turn on your lights
You can watch your world
Really turn out that bright
It’s all on the news
And ain’t none of it new
No one knows what to do
Knowing that bill will be due
Grandma losing her home
Got a shotty to her dome
You ain’t never alone
Mama it’s your turn to fly
Papa you can’t fly
Just you step out that windowsill
A change is coming soon
Why die over some bills
Pop you don’t need them pills
Sis you hold on strong
You ain’t never alone
Just keep your faith in hope
-Logan P. McCoy
Happy New Year,
Entering a new year is always a big deal. I never really got it growing up. The older I get, however, the more I come to understand why this is so. A new year brings new hope. A new year symbolizes the end of the old, and the start of the new. We tend to make resolutions (really nothing more than promises to ourselves) to better ourselves in all aspects of our lives motivated by the freshness of the new year. The idea of getting a clean slate for me is what the New Year is all about. An invigorating feeling, getting a fresh start can very well propel one to accomplish great goals. It’s like dropping a whole years weight, jaunting into the new one light and refreshed. The New Year says, “last year wasn’t so good, don’t worry about it this year will be better”.
In my observations over the years, I’ve noticed that for some, this new found drive to be better lasts the day, while others a week. Others a month, some six and yet a minute few, the entire year. This drive keeps us committed to our respective resolutions. Through commitment, effort and sheer force of will is any resolution worth realizing realized. This takes determination and focus as we all know. And also as we all know, life has a way of making one lose focus should one allow it. That’s exactly what happened last year remember… and the year before?
This is the first time I’ve actually contemplated this cycle of insanity to which a lot of us fall victim. They say doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different result is insanity. Making resolutions without any real tangible effort to realize it is insanity. This day 1-1-11 for me marks the beginning of the end of my insanity. Today I make the conscious decision to stop being insane. Today, I put my destiny back into my hands and refuse to let it slip again. Today, I wake up. Happy New Year!!!
Sincerely,
Logan P. McCoy.
P.S.
This is simply my way of vocalizing my intentions to the universe. Now that it is said, LET IT BE!
P.P.S
A very happy, and affluently opulent New Year to every single sentient being extant in the confines of time.
I have no idea what year this picture was taken. This is my little brother in what used to be my bedroom, wearing my old clothes. He is now about my height, (almost 6 ft tall) and a little bigger than I am (a little under 170lbs). I see this picture everyday. It is one of the remaining relics from my tenure as a lo-head. I don’t have many things from that phase of my life, so this one means a lot to me.
This picture always reminds me of how much I’ve changed. Feels like a lifetime ago. I got the name Poze from a friend named Little Lo. Every time he saw me just standing around, he said I looked like I was posing for a camera. For me, that was the idea of being a Lo Head, an idea I took and ran with. I was a straight up unapologetic show off. As confident as I seemed, I didn’t realize my confidence was derived from other people’s opinion of me. I really cared what people thought about me. Please allow this momentary tangent - NEVER AGAIN!!!
Thanks…
Sometimes, I’d dress my little brother in my clothes and walk around town parading him like my personal model presenting my Lo collection to the world from a different perspective. Women really liked that, they thought he was cute.
I don’t judge who I was or what I did. I would probably do it all again because it helped shape me into the man I am today. I haven’t changed too much, I’m just Poze Lo(again), this time I’m the real McCoy – what you get is the real version of me.
P.S.
Forgive me little bro, better I didn’t know.
by Lexus Franck Icepik
This morning, I came across this sketch on Facebook. I was just checking my wall and I noticed an icon sized version of this pic. It caught my attention right away as it had me thinking “that looks a lot like me”. I decide to click on the pic only to realize it’s a sketch of me. Apparently, this had been sent to me on Saturday, It’s now Monday morning. (Now in retrospect, I do remember seeing that I had been tagged in a photo on my phone but didn’t have enough bars to see it so it slipped my mind.)
The sketch was done by a French artist by the name of Lexus Franck Icepik. I was introduced to him many years ago by my friend Shakur, the French producer/rapper who made the music for “When I Go To Sleep”. I am blown away by his work and the funny thing is, I have yet to meet him.
Thank you Franck, or should I say Mr. Icepik for the gift. I sincerely appreciate it.
Must be my lucky week. I just received the finished version of the Lucky Logan “L” logan. Ladies and gentlemen, without further adieu I present you the “L”. (Designed by the illustrious, beautiful and talented Ms. Kim The Great or as I endearing call her, Kimmi The G.)
