As a huge DMX fan this doc made me more sad than happy. To me after Pac and Big left the scene this man took the reign for hardcore rap, delivering some of the best storytelling in the game. You believed what he said, it felt real, you could feel his pain. He was the man when I was growing up as a teen and it was easy to see why. Earl Simmons had it all.
This is not a documentary celebrating Earls best moments, this is a sad, depressing look at the end of his life. From the get go you can feel something is off with him mentally at this point in his life. You can tell inside the dog is hurting but he still has fight. Even witness some behavior that feels cringeworthy. This doc had me shedding tears the whole time. To me like watching a friend deteriorate before your eyes.
I would rather listen to Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood or a more recent post humous album Exodus to celebrate the man, the myth, the dog.
This is not a documentary celebrating Earls best moments, this is a sad, depressing look at the end of his life. From the get go you can feel something is off with him mentally at this point in his life. You can tell inside the dog is hurting but he still has fight. Even witness some behavior that feels cringeworthy. This doc had me shedding tears the whole time. To me like watching a friend deteriorate before your eyes.
I would rather listen to Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood or a more recent post humous album Exodus to celebrate the man, the myth, the dog.