From Brown Sugar to Voodoo and Black Messiah, his music was a confession, his voice a sermon. Even as fame tested him, D’Angelo remained devoted to authenticity — the church kid who brought soul back to its sacred core. His final song has ended, but his echo remains eternal — in every beat, every groove, every whispered “How does it feel?”
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