Afro House Remixes of Popular Songs 2025 🍹 Lucky house 🍀

Afro House Dc Lion  junio 2023

Forever (feat. Malou & Yuna)

una noche con hugel

Take My Mind

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

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Epstein Island – The Hidden Truth
Part 1

They said there ain’t no files, no folders to find,
But San Juan’s vaults are logged and signed.
From July arrest to August raid,
Five hundred million in assets weighed.
Drives and disks, the hidden kind,
Barcodes stamped, each crate aligned.
They searched the rooms, the walls, the halls,
Yet claimed they’d found no “files” at all.

Little Saint James under coastal sun,
Helipads shimmer where the guests would run.
Jewels and gold in numbered trays,
Artworks sealed in lacquered haze.
USBs tagged, cold wallets stored,
Encrypted keys the Feds secured.
The servers stacked, the safe-room keyed,
Every byte a witness they’ll never read.

No files, they say, no paper trail,
But the data speaks beneath the veil.
No folders found, no index shown,
Yet the hard drives hum in a world unknown.

Nine men signed the San Juan chain,
Each seal recorded, each crate by name.
Digital evidence, asset line,
Container counts in barcode time.
Quantico waits, D.C. holds tight,
The District Court stalled the oversight.
They seized the goods, they froze the pay,
But the truth stayed boxed in a hangar bay.

Civil suits drew the treasure maps,
Cash exchanged through legal gaps.
One-oh-five million the Islands’ claim,
The Feds took stock and marked each frame.
Sixty million the islands sold,
Yet no account of the bars of gold.
The townhouse cleared, the yachts displaced,
A kingdom of evidence still encased.

Private server in a marble room,
Humming low in the island’s gloom.
Email chains, encrypted threads,
Unopened logs where the traffic bled.
CCTV in mirrored halls,
Guests recorded through every wall.
The digital core, not the paper kind,
Holds every truth they’ve left behind.

No files, they say, no paper trail,
But the data speaks beneath the veil.
No folders found, no index shown,
Yet the hard drives hum in a world unknown.

Safe room vault where the guests would leave,
Rings and watches they’d not retrieve.
Cold wallets numbered, tags assigned,
Belongings sealed for “peace of mind.”
If those drives reached D.C.’s gate,
They hold the keys to every fate.
Evidence boxed, but justice stalled,
By hands too cautious, by voices called.

Now San Juan knows what Washington keeps,
The crates, the tags, the data that sleeps.
No files, no list, no paper word,
Yet every byte has been transferred.
The chain of custody tells the tale,
Barcodes locked beyond the veil.
They searched for folders, not the proof inside,
The evidence lives though the “files” have died.

So ask not where the folders lie,
They never lived, they never die.
The evidence hums in a coded refrain,
Truth encrypted, sealed in chain.
No files exist, but records stay,
In digital vaults where night meets day.



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Epstein Island - The Hidden Truth - part 1

Lance Thomas Davidson | Music Biography
I’m Lance Thomas Davidson, a professional songwriter and producer currently residing in Bali, Indonesia. I create original music that spans multiple genres—including R&B, rap, country, progressive rock, and metal—each crafted with a story that listeners can connect with on a deep level.

My music is recorded by a diverse selection of artists, who, under mutually beneficial non-disclosure agreements, perform as “ghost cover” artists. As the sole owner of the master rights, I offer these productions for licensing in flexible formats. Artists have the option to engage in profit-sharing agreements, purchase the rights outright, or acquire the masters for unlimited editing and distribution, tailored to their creative vision.

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Epstein Island - The Hidden Truth - part 1

Lance Davidson