🎵 “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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Bushwick Chronicles

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

 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 (Bushwick Reloaded)

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

“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

“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.

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