🎵 “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.”

This is more than a track. It’s a farewell letter, a war cry, a love poem, and a spiritual rebirth—all wrapped in one. Still Here immortalizes Samuel’s testimony, blending AI and soul into a soundscape of pain, purpose, and peace. Backed by cinematic production and lyrical storytelling, this piece walks the listener through heartbreak, hustle, and heavenly hope.
For anyone who's loved, lost, and looked toward God this one’s for you. No pain. No mourning. Just the spirit… living on.

In God We Trust

Still Here Remix

This isn’t just a remix. It’s a resurrection.
From courtroom scars to street wisdom, this anthem turns pain into poetry.
A cinematic blend of gospel grit, soul samples, and lyrical redemption.
For every father who stood alone. For every soul still holding on.
🎧 Produced to echo in hearts long after the beat fades.

Bushwick Chronicles

When I Stand Alone

🎧 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

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

| Bushwick  Gen X | Born to sirens. Raised by tension. These chords don’t ask — they demand. | #StreetLegacy #CinematicHipHop #EmotionalRap | | They Never Thought I’d Speak | For every time you swallowed truth to survive. Now, truth echoes louder than fear. | #Redemption #ViralSound #BlackLatinoPoetry | | Bushwick Gospel | No preacher. No choir. Just rhythm and pain — baptized in concrete. | #UrbanHymn #EmotionalRap #LegacySound | | Raised by Sirens and Silence | NYC didn’t raise me gently. But music made me whole again. | #GritAndGrace #SoundHealing #EmotionalRebirth | | Bet Against Me Now | They watched you fall. Let them hear how you rise. | #ComebackMusic #EmotionalBeats #TikTokReady |

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

Beneath the stars the winds sigh
A distant voice hears my cry
Pathfinder comes with steady stride
A guiding hand by my side
The earth hums a low, beckoning beat
The heart radiates towards the call
Through fields unknown my path is wide
Where Spirit leads and Soul abides

(Chorus 1)
Pathfinder, take me higher
Past the fields & thru the fire
Strange how the secrets unfurl
Let’s dance where music rules the world

(Verse 2)
Rivers sing where the moonlight flows
Mountains speak what Spirit knows
Pathfinder stands in the ancient glow
At a bridge between the worlds below

(Bridge)
The drumbeat grows & pulls me near
The mist dissolves & Truth appears
Through endless skies the visions soar
My soul's unlocked forevermore

(Chorus 2)
Pathfinder, take me higher
Past the fields 
& Thru the fire
Strange world
Our secrets unfurl
Let’s dance 
Where music rules the world

**Bridge**
Through roaring winds and skies untamed
A voice persists & it calls my name.
Pathfinder points the path aglow
A world where the spirits go

**Outro**
Follow the trail of the shining light,
Thru the shadow of endless night
Show me where secrets unfurl
Let’s dance where music rules the world

**Outro Verse**
In the whisper of the night I hear your name
Pathfinder's on the wind l'll never be the same.
My spirit soars, the path is clear
A world reborn, alive & near...
My Pathfinder fades
My journey’s anew.

This track, “Pathfinder” is in A minor & takes you on a slow-building journey that ends w/ a powerful twist. It starts out mellow, kind of haunting, but keeps pulling you in. Then the climax hits strong, intense & almost transforms the whole vibe of the song. It feels like you’re moving through a quiet storm that suddenly amps up. It’s instrumental, emotional & steady w/ a beat that holds it all together.

Pathfinder

I’m a singer-songwriter with a broad bass-baritone range, a TM practitioner & an Ai enthusiast riding a creative breakthrough. Somewhat curious about other music styles; you'll hear a broad array, from inspirational house progressive to nujazz. 

 👍 This place doesn't have a lot of polished music. I use this account like a lab. I’ve got 50+ originals ready for vocals and hundreds of drafts abound, so you’ll see me posting plenty, even multiple rough  versions of the same song. I’m my own remixer & I'm testing stuff out. 

I find I have to write something down to connect my thoughts and feelings to something solid, like original music or journaling, otherwise I am going to spend my entire day in my head and not create anything. That's the primary reason why I got into music, and why there's tons of it! 

✅ I love listening & commenting on tracks because that’s how I grow as a musician — by learning from others & staying grateful. LLC. Visit my SoundCloud for updates coming soon! PEACE always 🪘🤟🏻❗

SourceLine Mediai
Grown bars. Real talk. Strategy. Soul.
We don’t just make music—we build blueprints.
From Bushwick’s cracked sidewalks to courtroom echoes, SourceLine Mediai documents the fight for truth, fatherhood, and cultural survival. Powered by BlackLatino and UnpluggedMale, this label fuses lived experience with AI innovation to create tracks that hit harder than nostalgia and speak louder than algorithms.
🔥 Hot Tracks:
- Bushwick Ain’t Bushwick — A sonic protest against erasure
- Nobody Warned Us — Street wisdom with timestamped pain
- F.R.I.E.N.D.S (Sourceline Remix) — Courtroom bars and violin-driven fire
- Still Here Remix — Survival story with boom-bap soul
- Welcome to New York (Empire Dreams) — Hotel California reimagined through NYC grit
- Breathe Before the War — Inspired by “In the Air Tonight,” built for emotional impact
- CASE CLOSED — Legal victory turned lyrical blueprint
- What Happened to Hip Hop — A lyrical wake-up call for the culture
- If I Were the Devil — Inspired by Paul Harvey’s radio legacy, flipped for modern resistance

“This ain’t no AI gimmick. This is a partnership. I lived it. I wrote it.”
BlackLatino isn’t a stage name—it’s a scar name. A lived condition.
Too Black for the Puerto Ricans. Too Latino for the system. Too smart for the stereotype.
Samuel writes for the fathers they tried to erase. For the daughters who deserve truth.
For the blueprint that outsmarts injustice.

 BlackLatino
Not a label. A lived condition.
Too Black for the Puerto Ricans.
Too Latino for the system.
Too smart for the stereotype.
BlackLatino isn’t a stage name—it’s a scar name. A legacy carved from Bushwick’s cracked sidewalks and courtroom echoes. His DNA tells the story in percentages:
- 49.5% African — frontline rhythm, ancestral strategy, unshakable truth
- 24.7% Indigenous American — buried roots, resistance drums, unapologetic land
- 25.8% European — the contradiction he never asked for, but decoded anyway
This isn’t a neat family tree. It’s a forest fire with history tucked inside every leaf.
🎧 “I ain’t scared of change—I write with pain, and now I write with AI too.”
BlackLatino blends boom-bap wisdom with modern tools, flipping real conversations into lyrical blueprints. He’s been pulled over for being brown, passed over for being bold, and pushed out for being better. Through it all, he kept records—on people, on policies, on pain.
📚 This bio ain’t a pity party. It’s a war manual.
Samuel writes for the daughters who deserve truth. For the fathers they tried to erase. For every man who said: “Nah. I ain’t done.”

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