I hate writing tributes. They get me sad, but a tribute to DMX gives a twist. The man was loved – both in death and when he was alive.
When a creative dies, and we talk about his works, we use the present tense. He may have died, but the works live on.
According to Google books, DMX sold more than 20 million albums, and he showed us what hip hop is. The graveyard, they say, is the richest place on earth – with so many works undone. But then, with 20million albums, have you not cheated death?
DMX lives on our playlists. I mean…his songs have started getting so many streams and downloads. They made childhood fun for most of us. His social media accounts are getting views and followings as we speak. With over 3 million followers on Instagram, 363,000 followers on Twitter, and over 5 million followers on Facebook, DMX is a standard.
He has set a standard for all, and his fifteen children should take the consolation that daddy lived if it can take the pain away. His death, as painful, sets a standard with morals – live well, and die well.
RIP DMX. Your standard lives on.
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