🎵 “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: “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

🎧 Track Title: They Don’t Know Bushwick
🎤 By BlackLatino | Produced by Sourceline Mediai
📍 A street sermon from the soul of Brooklyn. Raw. Unfiltered. Remembered.

From broken stoops to gentrified rooftops — this is the track that speaks for the people who never got interviewed.

🔥 Verse 1: Bushwick Then
A vivid DMX-style flashback to the era of cracked sidewalks, stolen bikes, and candlelight vigils.
🔊 "The bodegas, the basements, the boom box echoes…”
It ain’t nostalgia — it’s survival. The world forgot, but we remember everything.

🧱 Hook: Chant of the Forgotten
"They don’t know Bushwick!"
Call-and-response energy that brings the crowd back to the block.

🏙️ Verse 2: Bushwick Now
Yoga mats over chalk outlines. Lattes where there used to be liquor stores.
But we still here.
🔊 “You can paint the bricks, you can change the name, but you can't wash the scars…”

💔 Verse 3: Spoken Word (Outro)
A tribute to the OGs, the mothers, the little brothers who never made it.
This isn’t gentrification — it’s memory theft.
BlackLatino speaks for every stoop, mural, and silence.

—

🎙️ Genre: Street Poetry / Conscious Rap / Bushwick Boom Bap
🔊 Vibe: DMX meets Nas, over cinematic drums and concrete soul
🕯️ For the fallen. For the forgotten. For Bushwick.

They Don t know Bushwick

“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 (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

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

“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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