Dear DMX, I’m a writer who doesn’t write…
DMX’s death hit me hard. I wept like he was my cousin. For me, his music represented a happier, simpler time in my life. As a child, and even up until my teenage years, we (my siblings and I) were not allowed to go out as much as we would’ve liked. In that sense, my dad was strict. However, because he was a music buff himself, he bought us loads of music albums. And that’s how I started listening to Gangsta rap at a very young age. I was only 10 years old, but I knew what Kurupt would do…
