DMX

A bit of DMX for you, I once wrote X a letter, (and posted it!),  I think around 2000. Laugh! 

I must point out that continuosly listening to X’s story had a profound effect in me telling (atleast to myself) mine. 
“The projects, the drugs, the children, the thugs;
The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs;

The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins;

The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often;

The problems, the things, we use, to solve ’em;

Yonkers, the Bronx (uhh!), Brooklyn, Harlem;

The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uhh!)”

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