Don Remix was born and raised in San Juan, Puerto Rico. He moved to Brooklyn in 2009. He is currently Miami, Florida-based–having moved here in 2014 with his family. 2016: Brooklyn, New York: Detail: 2016: Brooklyn, New York: 2015: Art Basel. Miami, Florida: 2015: Spanish Harlem, New York City, NY, USA: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/donrimx/ For those of you […]
Are you really listening, can you hear the clock ticking?
Time keeps turning weather you stagnant or persisting.
Sun rise; glistening, can you hear the birds singing?
Sight to the blind. Tell me are you really listening?
Every day we wake up; play the rules; It aint a game.
Some win and some lose; and when you lose it aint the same.
You had something to lose but now you got everything to gain.
Start back from the beginning and try this shit again.
Playing by some different rules now; and put it down another way.
No one wants to struggle; but we all wanna’ maintain.
Struggling to survive; wake up and do it all again.
Are you really listening, your heart and what it says?
Would you do your yesterdays today?
If you had the choice; would you have lived it in a different way?
Like… seeing it at another angle;
A better handle
Hands of time around your throat;
We all getting strangled….
I write upon the walls of time, my chisel chipping.
Hieroglyphics of my mind.
Tell me.
Are you listening?
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Lyrics:
Dreams….
I dream every night. It’s like I don’t sleep; I’m far to busy venturing down rivers and streams, painting infinite trains.
My dreams are what dreams are made of. My mind is the money so the vacation is paid up.
Tropical paradises on every turn. Gorgeous baby blue pools with pearls twirling my world.
I can fly if I want to, take off better than Peter pan. But the tricky part is always the land.
My dreams got music so I wake up singing love. Lyrics that no conscious mind could think of or use it
My dreams have more amusing amusement parks than Cali and Dubai put together. Damn my subconcious got its shit together.
Nightmares worst than Steven kings, but I’ve been a horror flick since I was a kid.
But this is real time 3d and if it’s too deep I wake up n have some tea.
I dream every night; its deep.
Every.
Single.
Night.
I get lost in pitch black Like I’m Trippin on LSD
Painting pictures I can never “see” , clearer than glass to my mind when it computes it.
But my minds far more complex. More convex it sees more than I can comprehend.
How many times I saw the end or woke up to a new beginning, open my eyes and the rooms spinning,
Damn I’m dizzy that was trippy.
What were those lyrics I heard angels signings?
I turn the light on.
I got the light, write before it’s gone.
Pick up a pen and write down this midnight song.
-Nina
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