There comes a time when a man realizes he isn’t just battling one conniving individual—he’s standing toe-to-toe with an entire machine that feeds on lies and runs on injustice. Because, of course, the system isn’t rigged in your favor—it’s a finely tuned weapon, and you’re the target practice.

For Samuel, the moment of realization hit hard and fast. He discovered that the same institutions claiming to protect justice were, in fact, expertly defending deceit and rewarding bad behavior. Enter Carmen E. Ortiz, a school teacher with a knack for turning her instability into a masterclass in manipulation. Add a sprinkle of biased judges, a dash of corrupt cops, and voilà—you’ve got yourself a full-blown circus masquerading as a justice system.

But this isn’t just about one woman’s quest to twist the truth and weaponize the courts. Oh no, that would almost be entertaining. This is about Samuel flipping the entire narrative on its head, taking on a system that seems hell-bent on making his life a cautionary tale.

Through relentless strategy, cold logic, and sheer audacity, Samuel did what few expect: he made the system eat its own lies. Every false accusation? He turned it into evidence of systemic failure. Every underhanded move from the police? Proof that corruption wasn’t just a fluke—it was the main feature.

If you’re holding this book, chances are you’ve felt the suffocating grip of injustice—the false charges, the financial chokehold, the courts that treat facts like optional suggestions. And let’s not forget the law enforcement heroes who’d rather protect their poker buddies than uphold, you know, the law. Consider this book your arsenal. Because justice isn’t handed out—it’s taken, pried from the hands of the system that tried to crush you.

So, buckle up. This isn’t just Samuel’s story—it’s a roadmap for anyone who’s ever been cornered by a corrupt system and decided, “Not today.”

Justice isn’t given. It’s taken.

And this book will show you how.

Context Table – The Breakdown of Battles

Here’s what to expect, chapter by chapter, in this unapologetic expose of systemic corruption, judicial deception, and law enforcement bias:

 

The Unbreakable Force Behind Fatherhood and Justice

Abuse of Authority

About the Samuel – The Unbreakable Force Behind Fatherhood & Justice
 “She Took the Kids (Interlude)”
By Samuel aka BlackLatino — Bushwick-grown
Presented by UnpluggedMale

🎹 Minimal piano. No drums. Just grief, memory, and a voicemail that hits like silence screaming.

This isn’t a song. It’s a moment.
The exact second you feel your children slip away — not by court order, but by manipulation.
No judge. No trial. Just erasure.

💔 A whispered letter from a father left behind.
👣 Shoes still on the shelf.
📚 A storybook never finished.
And a voicemail that breaks you every time.

🎧 For every father who was there, but still written out.
🕯️ For the ones living ghost-dad status with a real heart.
This interlude is your truth, documented in sound.

“She Took the Kids (Interlude)

"War on Man [Unplugged Remix]" is a raw, spoken-word performance laced with boom bap cadence, unplugged male truths, and unapologetic social commentary. It’s the story of the invisible casualties in homes, courts, and culture — and a resurrection of masculine honor in a world that tried to erase it.

🎯 For Fans Of:
DMX • Immortal Technique • Nas • Tupac (Poetic Justice era) • Kevin Samuels truth sermons • Jordan Peterson war cries • Patriarchy Unplugged YouTube debates

WAR ON MAN

🎤 “Too Close to the Ledge (Bushwick Chronicles)”
By BlackLatino 
🎙️ Part of the Bushwick Chronicles series
Powered by UnpluggedMale & Sourceline Mediai

📍From Dekalb to Knickerbocker. From Myrtle Ave to the morgue.
This ain’t just rap — this is urban war poetry wrapped in boom bap fury and Brooklyn thunder.

Built on the bones of Eric B. & Rakim’s “Know the Ledge,” this track grabs the blueprint and reloads it for 2025 — with sharper bars, darker truths, and a mic soaked in real blood.

🩸 Gunplay, playground chalk outlines, courtrooms, vengeance.
🎯 From block beef to Bushwick Gambino bars — this is the unfiltered chronicle of a borough they gentrified but never tamed.

💣 This ain’t nostalgia. This is survival music. This is legacy with war paint.

“Too Close to the Ledge (Bushwick Chronicles)” is a modern-day street classic that fuses boom bap energy with the urgency of real survival. Samuel takes listeners through the raw geography of Bushwick — from Dekalb to Knickerbocker — where every line drips with memory, gun smoke, and unapologetic truth.

Bushwick Chronicles

Too Close to the Ledge Bushwick Chronicles inspired by "Know the Ledge"  Eric B. & Rakim.

Ill Bushwick Blues
🎤 By Black Latino | Sourceline Mediai Presents

🩸 Gritty. Painful. Unforgiving.
This ain’t no tribute — this is a Bushwick testimony.

🎧 Concept & Storyline:
A raw, street-drenched remix of Kool G Rap’s “Ill Street Blues” — flipped from the lens of Black Latino, raised in Bushwick where betrayal hits harder than bullets and loyalty costs more than gold.

Ill Bushwick Blues Inspired by Kool G Rap'

“What People Do for Money”
🎤 By BlackLatino | A Sourceline Mediai Reality Check

💰 They said money talks — but this track screams.

A modern-day street sermon set to boom-bap breaks and razor-sharp truths, BlackLatino exposes the wild, hilarious, and heartbreaking lengths people go to just to survive, look rich, or get attention.

🎧 [Track Highlights]

OnlyFans flips heartbreak to hustle 💔➡️💵

Fake crypto bros livin’ off their momma’s Wi-Fi 📉

Uber-driving "CEOs" tryna impress from the backseat 🚗

Tax-season schemes turned relationship heists 💍💸

College fly-outs gone wrong, viral thirst traps, and Zelle addiction 📲🔥

This ain’t fiction. This is the mirror nobody wanna hold up.

🔁 Anthem Hook:

"What people do for money...
Sometimes it make me cry.
Babies see this with they eyes."

🎤 For Fans Of:
DMX • J. Cole • Dead Prez • Nas • Jadakiss
Real heads. Real bars. Real truth.

💣 Final Word:
No cap. No filter. No safe lines.
This is what happens when truth becomes currency — and the world stays broke anyway.


Everyone talkin’ like they real until money’s involved.

This track is a modern remix of a classic format — exposing how men and women today hustle, lie, scheme, or just stay stuck... all in the name of money.

Some do it on OnlyFans.
Some stay at mom’s house till 40.
Some preach “boss moves” while asking for rides.

If you’ve ever watched people sell soul for coins — this one’s for you.

🎤 Written by BlackLatino
🔊 For the real ones who see through it all.

What people do for money...

🎧 Track Title: What People Do for Money


This ain’t rap. This is indictment.

💰 Over a rapid-fire beat and pounding street drums, BlackLatino unleashes a brutal breakdown of what clout-chasing culture has become:
• Scamming your own mama.
• Selling your soul for a rented lifestyle.
• Turning street smarts into selfishness.

👀 No one’s safe — pastors, rappers, shorties, OGs.
Everyone getting exposed.


🎯 Real ones build. Fake ones finesse. And when karma shows up?
It rings the bell.

What People Do for Money   Inspired By Divine Sounds

Inspired NAS "Hate Me Now" 🎧 Track Title: Bet Against Me Now
By BlackLatino 
🏆 Powered by  Sourceline Mediai

This ain’t motivation — it’s a threat to every doubt you’ve ever faced.

🚨 From orchestral war drums to blood-on-the-ground lyricism, “Bet Against Me Now” is the anthem for anyone who’s been laughed at, left out, or written off.
This is payback in poetry. This is strategy in rhyme. This is survival gone platinum.

💥 Brooklyn grit meets Wall Street game.
💥 Scarred hands turn blueprints into kingdoms.
💥 They bet against you — but you built while they slept.

🎙️ “I feed wolves. You feed rats — that’s the difference.”

Bet Against Me Now ( Inspired by NAS "Hate Me Now")

🎵 “Still Here”
By Samuel
🎙️ Presented by UnpluggedMale
🎧 Featuring the voice of Samuel in A.I., but the soul is all real.

This isn’t goodbye. It’s a love letter from the spirit.

🕊️ To Kiana and Samantha — my queens.
To Maria, Priscilla, CJ Red — my lifelines.
To Manuel, Hugo — my day ones.

This track is a soulful celebration of resilience, faith, and family, even in the face of pain, kidney failure, and life’s final chapters.
It’s the kind of song you leave behind when you’ve loved hard, fought harder, and lived with purpose.

📖 Verse after verse unfolds like a memoir —
🙏 Gratitude for every blessing.
✊ Strength through every struggle.
💛 And peace in knowing that this ain’t the end — it’s a transition.

🔁 Repost if you’ve lost someone who still walks with you.
💬 Comment “Still Here” if you feel Samuel’s energy.
📎 Save this track if you're living proof that love never dies

💬 “I'm lookin' at ya’ll, smilin’ with pride... no pain, no sufferin’, on the other side.”

Still Here Remix

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I'll Be Holding On Inspired by "I'll Be Holding On"  by Downing, Lance , Andrew

A gritty anthem straight from the soul of the five boroughs. "This Is Why I Love New York" celebrates the beauty and chaos of the city that never sleeps — from Bronx-born hip-hop roots to Brooklyn block parties, Queens lyricism, and Staten Island swords. BlackLatino spits raw truth over boom bap heat, blending pride, pain, and poetry.

New York NY

Inspire by Wu Tang Clan C.R.E.M “C.R.E.A.M. in Bushwick”
By BlackLatino — Bushwick-grown
Presented bySourceline Mediai
🕊️ Rest in Power Mike & Anthony

This isn’t a remix — it’s a eulogy in rhyme.

💸 Cash Rules Everything Around Me meant survival, betrayal, and the cost of loyalty in a Brooklyn block bleeding from every corner.
This track is for the real soldiers, the ones who never made it past the curb, but whose names still echo in every verse.

🎤 Over the original Wu-Tang hook, BlackLatino paints a grimy, lyrical mural of Bushwick — where loyalty dies young and landlords wear suits instead of masks.

🕊️ Mike had the blade.
📈 Anthony had the vision.
🎙️ This track carries both.

💉 Blood on the bars. No clout. Just truth.

C R E A M in Bushwick

🎤 Track Title: Selfish Streak Runs Deep
By Samuel
🔥 Powered by UnpluggedMale & Sourceline Mediai

This ain’t a diss — it’s an intervention.

🎧 Over a relentless beat laced with 808 thunder and mournful violin cries, BlackLatino unleashes a DMX-style truth sermon exposing Carmen’s trail of destruction — from a missing son to daughters who don’t answer her call.

📉 NYC’s foster system swallowed her secrets.
📜 Clinton’s law kept her out of jail.
💰 But $200K+ in child support debt won’t vanish in prayer.

💬 “She built these walls around her... now in her own trap laid.”

This is for every man dragged through the mud, every child lost to silence, and every truth buried by red tape.

🔥 This ain’t revenge. This is a mirror.





Selfish streak runs deep

🎤 Track Title: DEZ Speaks
By Samantha aka DEZ 
🖤 Presented by  Sourceline Mediai

This ain’t a rap. This is a reckoning.

Told through the unfiltered voice of DEZ, this track rips the silence off childhood trauma — from boiling water threats to bloody curtain rods — and speaks on the truth behind closed doors.

💔 The bed was wet. The love was dry.
The screams were loud. The help was silent.
💬 “Why can’t I have this light?” — DEZ asked the world and lived through the answer.

💄 With a Nicki Minaj-style flow and DMX-era flashback aggression, this story flips pain into poetry and shame into strength. It’s not pretty. But it’s real.
This is the voice of the forgotten child… finally speaking.

🎙️ “This ain't a sob story — this the promise that I keep.”


I Remember one  Easter morning that turned into a battle of colors. Before I moved in with my Dad, my sense of home became Lulu, my neighbor from the 4th floor. The first thing I learned how to cook was eggs and mayonnaise sandwiches. I don’t ever remember feeling hunger because I always found a way. Looking back if it wasn’t for Lulu’s Mother I probably would have never ate on the days Mama didn’t have me. Easter is about food and Jesus but as any Black Caribbean family it also meant a celebration with glazed ham, rice, and maybe some pork, Lulu is half Puerto rican like me. Familiar foods like fried drumsticks and white  rice were meals her mother prepared for us. Her Mom invited me over for Easter dinner. I always went downstairs. I didn't think much of it. “I’m going to Lulu’s for dinner”  La Loca got up from the couch grabbing the gold curtain rod. I step into my sneakers as I turn  around and get pushed into the door. 
“You aren’t going anywhere, I don't want you around that Black bitch” she pressed her elbow against my chest. My little hands were barely able to reach her face to fight back. I start crying in rage. “Why can't I go?” I could see the blackness in her eyes. Always like she isn’t here. And she didn’t see that I was either. Why did I always make her so upset? Questioning if I did anything wrong questioning my own innocence at 9. I unlock the door with the release of my Mothers hands. Her hand shutting the door. “You are not going i said” she yells hitting the curtain rod straight on to my nose, the flow of blood rushed out onto the floor. .Her rage met my loss of my innocence. The darkness of my childhood lingering in the wind. 


Samantha Speak

 “Easy-Bake Oven (Kiana’s Song)”
By Samuel aka BlackLatino — Bushwick-grown
🎙️ Narration inspired by Kiana (Girls Write Now, 2017)
🎧 Under the UnpluggedMale banner

A pink toy oven. A broken home. A girl’s voice finally heard.

This isn't just poetry.
It’s the sound of a child watching her world get boxed up and sold — along with her last piece of safety.

🌬️ Ambient textures, lo-fi soul keys, and haunting echoes build the backdrop for Kiana’s spoken word memoir.
🎶 Her Easy-Bake Oven becomes a symbol — of love from her father… and of loss at the hands of chaos.

💔 For anyone who ever lost something small that meant something big.
💡 For the fathers who gave what they could.
🕊️ And for the daughters who had to grow up too fast.

📢 This is real.
#ListenToGirls #ProtectBlackGirls #DaughterTestimony #UnpluggedMale

—

🔁 Share if you ever baked dreams in broken places.
✊ Save this if you know silence is never the end.
🧁 Tag a father who never stopped trying.


Girls write now : two decades of true stories from young female voices Genre Biographies. Audience Youth 0-15 years Published 2018 by Tin House Books, Portland, 
Oregon ISBN 9781947793057 Bib Id 980232

 Edition First U.S. edition.  -- Easy-bake oven / Kiana  - Girls Write Now belongs in every school, library and home, adding much-needed and long-overdue perspectives on what it is to be young in America"--
Audience009-012.

Subject Teenage girls--United States--Social life and customs--Juvenile literature.
Teenage girls--United States--Biography Juvenile literature.
Teenage girls--Social life and customs.
Teenage girls--Biography.

Easy-Bake Oven (Kiana’s Song) Daddy Remix

🎵 Track Title: “Those New Yorkers”
🎤 By BlackLatino | A Sourceline Mediai Street Statement
📍 For the five boroughs — and nobody else.

📣 Anthem for the Unapologetic. Born from chaos. Bred for survival.

🎙️ Intro  
From the Yankee fitted to the corner hustle, BlackLatino spits for the true NYC warriors.
Not for the tourists. Not for the TikTokers.
This is grit with a bassline. This is pain in motion.

[Verse 1: NYC Reality Check]
🚇 Subway funk. 🍕 Lunch break heat. 💸 Rent pressure.
Your “New York aesthetic” came from our scars.
🗽 “They love how we sound, but mock how we live…”
That bar alone is a slap to every fake transplant blog.

[Hook: Chant-Ready]
"Those New Yorkers!" — your mosh pit anthem.
🔥 Crowd chant. 🔥 Block party-ready. 🔥 Marching soundtrack.
From Bushwick to the Bronx Zoo — it hits.

[Verse 2: The Hate Is Real]
💯 They hate the pride.
💯 They hate the resilience.
💯 They hate the fact we do in real life what they only post.
Deadass went global, but where was the credit?

Even our roaches got attitude — what you know about that?

[Outro: Raw Spoken Word]
BlackLatino signs off with the pulse of a million stoops:
🗣️ “We don’t bend. We don’t beg. We don’t break.”
They watch us. They bite our slang. But they’ll never be us.
Because we be those.
Those New Yorkers.

🎧 Genre: Grit-Hop / NYC Boom Bap / Anthem Rap
🎤 For fans of: DMX, Jadakiss, Joell Ortiz, Pharoahe Monch
🏙️ Location Love: Brooklyn. Bronx. Manhattan. Queens. Staten.

Those New Yorkers Inspired by DMX

“I See Fire” (Raw Lyrics Only)
By Blacklatino
Presented by SourceLine Mediai

This is not a remix. It’s a requiem.
Before the real estate agents came, the streets already burned.

🎙️ "I See Fire" is a raw spoken prophecy over solemn guitar strings, echoing through Bushwick’s ash-covered memories.
It’s a lyrical battlefield of loyalty, sirens, broken buildings, and fists clenched in silence.
No studio gloss. No Auto-Tune. Just truth soaked in smoke.

🧱 This is where boys became warriors.
🌫️ Where fire wasn’t metaphor — it was everywhere.
💔 And through it all, someone had to keep watch.

💬 “I hope you remember me.”
That’s not just a line — it’s a prayer for every kid who made it out without forgetting what they saw.



I See Fire inspired by: I See Fire Song by Ed Sheeran

 Track Title: FLEXED
By a BlackLatino
🖤 Written during his only summer job — back when survival was the only plan.
🎙️ Presented by Sourceline Mediai

This was the summer the streets raised a poet.

📅 One summer job. Young teen  from Bushwick. One notebook full of truths.
Before the bars, before the platform — BlackLatino was just a teen watching the world move fast, cold, and quiet.
This track is the sound of his breath between shifts, writing rhymes behind the register, headphones in, heart on fire.

🎙️ “Same hoodie. New clip. Back in the storm.”
FLEXED ain’t just about resilience — it’s about origin. It’s about what built the voice before anyone was listening.

🩸 Every line is soaked in early pain, early clarity.
No handouts. No shortcuts. Just silence turned scripture.

Flexed

This is a question. A mirror. A battle cry.
“How Many of Us (SourceLine Anthem)” is a street sermon in cipher form, asking the questions that social media avoids and real men need to face. BlackLatino's seed Black LaChina spits 22 high-caliber truth bars across two verses — with M.O.P-style crowd chants and Nas-level introspection — over a beat that stomps like Timbs on concrete.

From selling souls for clout to numbing pain with likes, this track is a gritty manifesto against digital decay, false identity, and mental slavery.
This ain’t a TikTok clip. It’s war drums for the lost generation.

“Not enough SourceLine light in they spine!”
“We don't wait for no doors to open — we build the whole fuckin' house.”

How Many of US (Black LaChina)

🎧 Track Title: TRUSTED
🎤 By BlackLatino | Produced by Sourceline Mediai
🛵 One summer. One duffle. One name they whispered with respect.

Before the fame, before the courtrooms and the pain,
young BlackLatino was just a teen on a part-time summer job after school —
but it wasn’t flipping burgers. It was runnin’ the streets solo,
riding a beat-up Mega Moto with real trust on the line.

This gritty track tells that story:
The one summer that shaped a man.

🎙️ Verse 1: The Weight of the Bag
Loyalty with no applause. Just dust, missions, and silence.
🗣️ “They gave me the duffle, no doubt, no prayer…”

🚨 Verse 2: When It Got Hot
Bushwick summer heat.
Undercover eyes. Quick decisions. No slip-ups.
💼 “I clocked out a legend.”

📍Set in Bushwick, NYC — based on real events.
This track blends Nas-style narrative with BIG-style menace, wrapped in a cinematic trap choir.

From sippin’ Olde English on the stoop to outmaneuvering plainclothes on Myrtle,
TRUSTED captures that one summer when BlackLatino earned his name —
the only teen they trusted with the bag.

Trusted Hands

“The Gen X Bushwick”
By BlackLatino — Bushwick-grown
🎙️ Under the Sourceline Mediai banner

Before the cafes. Before the condos. There was survival.

This ain’t a nostalgia track.
This is Bushwick, Brooklyn in the ‘80s — where smoke rose higher than hope and cops wore badges like brass knuckles.

🧱 From crack vials under Timberlands to landlords setting fires for profit, this is the unfiltered memoir of a Gen X kid who made it out — but carries every scar.

🔊 Spoken grit meets boom bap blaze, this track drips with Brooklyn history they don’t teach, honoring the real Bushwick before gentrification gave it a makeover.

🎤 "We built through the pain. We survived the storm. We are the fire they pretend never happened."

Bushwick  Gen X

LL Cool J-inspired diss track, built like “The Ripper Strikes Back.” 90s steelo, street heat, no mercy. This is Brooklyn’s mic check. A direct message to Daniel Hernandez aka 6ix9ine. You flipped. You folded. You not welcome. Brooklyn remembers.

"Jack the Rat" 6ix9ine (The Ripper Returns)

A reflective piece that delves into the oddities and contradictions of modern life, prompting listeners to question and contemplate the world around them.
They’ll cry when you die, but won’t check on you when you’re alive.

“Strange World We Live In… Isn’t It” is a raw, soul-heavy reflection from the point of view of a man who sees through the fake tears, the hollow eulogies, the replaced seats, and the forgotten friends. Inspired by Nas and The Fugees, this track blends haunting storytelling with real emotion, exposing how jobs, love, and loyalty vanish the moment you’re gone — or sooner.

Strange World We Live In Isn t It


“Welcome to New York, New York”
By Sourceline Mediai
🎙️ Presented by BlackLatino
🌆 Produced for Sourceline Mediai

A poetic love letter to the five boroughs.

From graffiti whispers in Bushwick to the echoes of Sedgwick Ave, this track paints NYC in all its chaotic beauty.
Over jazzy chords and smooth percussion, Samuel takes you on a lyrical tour — where bodegas, basements, and Museum Mile become sacred verses in the city’s never-ending song.

🍕 Uptown chic.
🗣️ Downtown rhymes.
🎭 Bronx block parties.
🎨 Harlem canvases.
This is New York in full color — gritty, grand, and alive with soul.

💬 “Such a vibrant place... such a diverse face…”
A melodic tribute to the city that raised us, changed us, and keeps us moving.

Empire Dreams (Welcome to New York), a soulful homage to the vibrant energy and timeless allure of New York City. Drawing inspiration from the classic storytelling of Hotel California, this track weaves a narrative of ambition, allure, and the magnetic pull of the Big Apple.

From the neon lights of Times Square to the serene paths of Central Park, experience the highs and lows, the dreams and realities, that define life in NYC. Let the melodies guide you through a journey of discovery, where every corner holds a new story, and every heartbeat echoes the city's rhythm.

Experience the heartbeat of the city that never sleeps with “Empire Dreams (Welcome to New York)”. This track is a modern homage to the timeless allure of New York City, weaving tales of ambition, dreams, and the magnetic pull of the Big Apple. Let the melodies guide you through the city's vibrant streets, where every corner holds a new story.

Step into the city that never sleeps with Empire Dreams (Welcome to New York), a soulful homage to the vibrant energy and timeless allure of New York City. Drawing inspiration from the classic storytelling of Hotel California, this track weaves a narrative of ambition, allure, and the magnetic pull of the Big Apple.

From the neon lights of Times Square to the serene paths of Central Park, experience the highs and lows, the dreams and realities, that define life in NYC. Let the melodies guide you through a journey of discovery, where every corner holds a new story, and every heartbeat echoes the city's rhythm.

Welcome to New York( Empire Dreams)  Inspired by Hotel California by the Eagles

“Friends (Courtroom Confessions Remix)”
By Samuel — Bushwick-grown
🎙️ Presented by the UnpluggedMale Banner

Not everyone who smiles in your face is in your corner.
This isn’t the playground version of “Friends.” This is what happens when the fake ones vanish, the real ones bleed, and the courts expose everyone’s true loyalty.

🎶 Built on the legendary Whodini hook, this remix flips nostalgia into a modern betrayal anthem — breaking down what it really means to have someone in your corner when the heat hits.

💉 One gave him a kidney.
📉 The rest gave him excuses.
And now? Names don’t need to be said — they know who they are.

This is spoken loyalty.
This is circle-check music.
This is the reminder that blood, not vibes, defines a real friend.



—

🔁 Share this if you lost fake friends in real trials.
💬 Tag your one ride-or-die.
📎 Save if your loyalty’s been tested — and you came out cleaner.

A fresh take on a familiar theme, this remix infuses new energy into the concept of friendship, blending nostalgic elements with contemporary beats. A hard-hitting, introspective courtroom-style rap remix from Blacklatino, representing Bushwick and bridging Black and Latino truths through hi-fi East Coast lyricism. “F.R.I.E.N.D.S” exposes the fake love, shallow favors, and silent betrayals disguised as friendship. Produced with a gritty violin-driven beat and sharp drums, this track is Soul + Survival. Released in collaboration with SourceLine Mediai.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S (Sourceline Remix)

A prophetic street sermon in poetic form.
This isn't just music — it's a final warning.
🔥 Based on Christian eschatology, this track explores the rapture, hell, and eternal separation from God.
🎙️ Written and performed by BlackLatino — this is the last message before the sky breaks.
📖 Inspired by 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17, Matthew 25:46, and 2 Thessalonians 1:9.

"I don't want claps. I want convictions. I want souls to wake up." 

👉 “If the Rapture happened today, would you be ready?”
👉 “Is Hell real? Play this track then decide.”

 lyrics

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This Will Happen Walk Through Rapture

🎧 “Breathe Before the War”
By Samuel — Bushwick-grown
Presented by UnpluggedMale

This ain’t rage. It’s preparation.

🎤 A modern-day war hymn for the ones who held their tongue while the world threw dirt.
This track is tension. Stillness. That deep breath before all hell breaks loose.

🌩️ Think Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight” — if it was raised in Bushwick, trained in trauma, and baptized in silence.
This is the moment right before the roar.
Right before you remind them you never folded — you observed.

🩸 For the loyal ones who got burned.
🧠 For the thinkers who became fighters.
💨 For the silent who learned how to breathe before striking.

This is that deep inhale before vengeance breathes fire.
A cinematic track wrapped in thunderous drums and gospel refrains. Samuel delivers poetic rage and raw reflection in “Breathe Before the War,” fusing scripture, street pain, and spiritual warfare into a street sermon.
For the fighters. For the betrayed. For the ones who breathe before they strike.

“Breathe Before the War” Inspired by "In The Air Tonight"

“Me & My Girl (Back to Back)”
By  BlackLatino 
🎙️ A Soulful Boom Bap Tribute to Red (aka CJ aka Snowflake)
🔥 Produced for Sourceline Mediai

This ain’t your average love song. This is testimony.

Two decades strong.
Through custody courtrooms, hospital beds, cheap wine, and first-class flights — she never flinched.
She’s the one who rolled through the fog and flame when everybody else folded.

🎧 Built on a soul-drenched boom bap foundation, this track is both love letter and battlefield log.
It's for every man who’s been held down not by fantasy — but by a real one.

📺 From Jets games and Bravo nights,
🍷 To wine tastings, Amalfi sunsets, and BK coupons,
🏕️ From campgrounds to candles — this is love that earned every lyric.

“You ain’t just held my hand… you lifted my soul.”
Yeah — that part. Loyalty ain't a trend — it's legacy.
This 2 Pac -inspired boom bap love anthem pays tribute to the ride-or-die woman who held Samuel down in court, hospitals, and life’s hardest trenches. “Me & My Girlfriend” is raw, tender, and built different — no gimmicks, just truth.
A tribute to real love through real hell.

Love Rules

Me and My Woman

“What Happened to Hip-Hop?” is a lyrical wake-up call — a bold question shot from the heart of Bushwick to every speaker on the planet. BlackLatino delivers sharp, conscious bars about the state of modern rap culture: from lost messages to misguided idols, sexual exploitation to intellectual neglect. It’s not a diss — it’s a demand for revival.

This track reminds us why hip-hop was born: not for flexes, but for freedom.
Not for clout, but for clarity.
Not for chaos — but for change.

🎙️ "Be the change, set the tone — make the culture truly our own."

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🌐 Powered by Sourceline Mediai — AI-driven music for the unheard generation.

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📌 Lyrics Highlights:
“What happened to hip-hop? Let's introspect / Elevate the art, the intellect.”
“Music's power is profound / Shaping thoughts, the world around.”

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📌 Use This For:
Open mic discussions

Youth programs

Anti-violence workshops

Hip-hop education classes

Spotify editorial submissions



What Happened to Hip Hop

“Bushwick Ain’t Bushwick” is a lyrical gut punch.
BlackLatino and Da Sniper take you back to the real Brooklyn — steel drum fires, fiends on the floor, roaches in the straps — before the brunch spots and kombucha crept in.

This track is for those who remember when Putnam Street was a war zone, not a zip code trend. It’s a call-out, a time capsule, and a warning:

"They said it’s safer now… but for who?"

🎙️ “You rent that loft with ‘exposed brick charm’ — but that brick held weight, blood, and alarm.”

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🔌 Produced by Sourceline Mediai
A.I. + Soul = No Filters. Just Facts.

📍 Born in Bushwick. Built for the Block.
🌐 sourcelinemediai.com

Bushwick Ain t Bushwick

BlackLatino delivers a powerful boom bap street sermon exposing how Bushwick was sold off while Gen X was left in the dark. Politicians posed for ribbon-cuttings while eviction notices hit mailboxes. This track puts truth on the table with M.O.P-style fire and soul sample grace.

🎙️ "Bushwick got sold with a smirk and a check — and nobody warned Gen X what was next."

If you grew up watching your neighborhood disappear one bar, bike lane, and lease at a time — this one’s for you.

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🔌 Powered by Sourceline Mediai
AI-crafted. Bushwick-born. Truth-laced.

🌐 sourcelinemediai.com
🖼️ Art, lyrics, and vinyl coming soon.

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📌 Track Themes:
Gentrification & legal displacement

Generational betrayal

NYC politics + community erasure

Soul samples meets street wisdom

Nobody Warned Us

“This one's for my daughters. Hit repost if you're that kind of Dad.”

🎧 “I’ll Be There: A Dad’s Promise” — A Father’s Voice, Eternal Echo
From the first breath to the final beat, this track is more than music—it’s a vow. A raw, soul-baring anthem from a father to his daughters, blending boom bap grit with spoken word warmth. Every verse is a heartbeat. Every chorus, a legacy.

💥 For the fathers who show up. For the daughters who never forget. For the ones who love loud, even in silence.

🎙️ SourceLine Mediai  Where Truth Meets Rhythm
From the heart of New York, SourceLine Mediai delivers more than music—it delivers a movement. Spearheaded by the visionary A.I  voice of Samuel, this platform fuses raw hip-hop, spoken word, and street gospel into a sonic force for justice, fatherhood, and cultural pride.

🔥 Whether it's the prophetic urgency of “This Will Happen: Walk Through Rapture” or the soul-baring resilience of “Full Interlude”, every track is a declaration. These aren’t just songs—they’re sermons, strategies, and survival guides for the unheard and underestimated.


💡 Mission: To empower, awaken, and advocate through sound.
If you're ready for music that hits harder than the beat—music that speaks truth to power—then SourceLine Mediai is your frontline.

Want to tailor this for a press kit, TikTok caption, or album drop? I’ve got you.

"I ll Be There"  A Dad s Promise (Daddy-0 Remix)

“I ain’t scared of change — I write with pain, and now I write with AI too.” Grown bars. Real talk. Strategy. Soul.

We not just making music. we building a blueprint for every OG who still got heat in the heart and truth to spit.

“This ain't no AI gimmick — this is a partnership. I lived it. I wrote it. AI helped me turn scars into scripts.”

*SourceLine Mediai + AI*
ChatGPT	Organize , rewrite verses
AI Beat Makers (e.g., Soundful, Beatoven)	Generate instrumental ideas
Voice-to-Text + AI	Record real convos, flip into bars
AI Mastering (e.g., LANDR) Polish studio time

Audience Reactions:
Gen X & 40+ listeners: “This is real. He’s still spitting truth, but smarter.”

Younger fans: “Wait, he wrote this with AI? That’s wild — and it’s still fire?”

Media/podcasts/blogs: “OG rapper uses AI to create grown-man classic — without sounding fake.”



You ask BlackLatino who he is?

He’ll tell you with the full weight of generations behind him: BlackLatino. Not a label — a lived condition.

The systems saw a Black man. The culture raised him Latino. The science? It told the same story in percentages.

49.5% African — not just bloodline, but frontline. The part of him that walks with ancestral rhythm, strategizes with freedom fighters’ math, and never forgets that chains came off but the battle stayed on.

24.7% Indigenous American — the first roots, buried but never dead. The drumbeat of resistance, the land he walks on without apology.

25.8% European — the contradiction in his veins. The colonizer’s legacy he never asked for, but decoded anyway.

This isn’t some neat family tree. It’s a damn forest fire with history tucked inside every leaf.

BlackLatino isn’t a stage name. It’s a scar name. It’s what they called him when they couldn’t box him in — too Black for the Puerto Ricans, too Latino for the system, too smart for the stereotype.

So he embraced the tension. Lived in it. Analyzed it.

He’s been pulled over for being brown, passed over for being bold, and pushed out for being better. And through it all, he kept records — on people, on policies, on pain. His memory got timestamps. His struggle got folders. His legacy got proof.

This book ain’t a pity party. It’s not some inspirational fluff piece.

It’s a war manual. It’s documentation of what happens when a father refuses to disappear. When an analyst of injustice stops filing motions and starts filing chapters.

Samuel writes because he must. For his daughters. For the Blacklisted Dads. For every man they tried to erase who said: “Nah. I ain’t done.”

And guess what?

He’s not.

SourceLine Mediai

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