This certainly hits different today. For my generation (I too, am 50), DMX gave voice to the frustration, degradation, and disdain the black community felt on the political, psychological, and social levels in the 80s & 90s. Young black men living in dangerous environments designed for their detriment. Surviving.
Hailing from the suburbs, my mother couldn't understand my fascination. The type of guy nice girls like me should avoid because they "had no future".
How many of these young men have we written off each generation in much the same way?
But, there was always something that felt redeemable about DMX. Like that cousin or friend that just cant get right, but you find yourself rooting for them anyway.
To me, and many others, he'll be remembered as a musical legend who showed us vulnerability through self awreness, proudly laid down the blueprint for hip hop's "real M.C.s" dress uniform, and who's Bark was just as forceful as his bite.
He channeled that aggreson into developing a more positive life path for himself, and others. That's a awesome thing to be remembered for. Freedom and happiness comes in many ways. Hopefully Earl DMX Simmons is feeling good, two-stepping and turning it up.