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Why DMX Was A Real One
True artists are never gone
I’m not attempting to compete with the incoming avalanche of essays that will serve as fitting tributes to one of the best to ever do it, while sincerely wearing his heart on his sleeve.
Emotions are running high and hearts are heavy over the profound loss of iconic rapper and culture shifter Earl Simmons, better known as DMX, who tragically left this world at the age of 50, after going into cardiac arrest that left him on life support.
When the news about his hospitalization and coma went viral, I was immediately transported to that time when my brother and I ran into the beloved rapper at a local mall in New Jersey back in the early 2000s.
I can still hear the excitement in my brother’s voice, once he spotted one of his idols and the randomness of his sighting encouraged him to make his move. I didn’t walk over with him, mainly because I was slightly intimidated and also as the big sister, I wanted my little brother to have his special moment.
Watching from afar I could tell that things were working out exactly how any starstruck fan would envision a chance meeting with a superstar, who helps to shape those impressionable years.
My brother’s gleaming face lit his footsteps back to me, and as we walked in the opposite direction, he…
