I grew up listening to NWA in Los Angeles, lived only a few miles away from Compton, and later where they sold their tapes at a swap meet. Later, one of my co-workers was his Auntie. She was close enough to him to end up raising some of his kids. He did not die as a result of an elaborate conspiracy. He died from catching HIV from unprotected sex during the 1980s. As we know today, absurd conspiracies are always more attractive to believe in than dying from a disease that was killing Black and Brown people and gay men.
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