BLOOD BROILS

BLACK PEARL

Spectrum wave Publishing

Copyright@2024

Our only guide

you and I,

which equals us.

Keep on,

Keep on,

your head above the water.

Press,

rise!

Press,

We shall overcome.

Oh,

only the strong shall

survive,

And the weak remain calm.

As you look over your shoulder,

there's another man's crime.

Weak gets weak

Terrorism is now on the rise!

Fascism,

Trash against our people.

Allow us to sing,

sing our song.

Can you believe the heat?

Can you feel the heat?

Our kitchen is too hot, gunshots.

Have us living in a birdcage.

Press rise.

We press for peace

then warm.

Boiling blood broils

Good grief!

Press on.

Mm

Listen up!

Mr Taxman,

We demand the rich man.

High taxes, pay your own debt.

The rich man must learn to release

some money out of their pockets.

We may not be the Jeffersons.

Some of us may not make

it in the big leagues.

Finance is crying.

The sun is still shining.

That's fine.

We're crossing the picket line.

We are about to fetch

the well as well before it runs dry.

We just fired up.

Blood broils rich man to spoil.

Press blaze.

Our heart is still crying.

We can't even say good night.

I still believe

we are going…..,

to still shine

our blood broils.

Press blaze.

We need more motivation.

When our blood broils,

it's time to release

the blazing of inferno.

You want more.

We are tired of the war.

Press on to remain strong.

Our blood broils

blood problem

shall be dismissed.

We're going to,

we're going to seal

it with a big kiss

but I rather see

our people smile

even when the sun doesn't shine

our blood broils.

When our blood broils,

fire is going

we're still yearning.

We're still waiting

for a very long while.

It's time to press blaze.

Press raise

it is beyond the prize.

We are living on

land known as the modern Babylon.

We are no longer

living in depression.

We demand progression.

Blood raise

blood broils like a pressure pie.

Our blood,

our blood broils.

It's the music

for the People's human anthem.

It's the music

for the people's human anthem.

Gain back!

Our prize travel

for a wide press wise.

Keep your eyes on the prize.

Welcome to the Gulla War.

Do you want more?

How many soldiers

Alligator Alcatraz

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave Publishing

Copyright@2026

Grasping for

Air

We refuse to crawl

stones are broken

Straws

Off from

a camel’s back

We are no longer

Having our backs

Against the wall

Maroons

Long Ranger

Black Star

Black Seminole

Buffalo soldiers

Freedman’s

Gulla

Tragedy

Scarcity

stories

All

Hidden behind

Google Maps

While the Elephant

In the room,

Gop is

Antagonist

Opp

Once again

Snatching

Other people’s property

Foreign / domestic

Worst nightmare

Richie Rich

Hides stones

Hands

Never clean

Chelsea honor

Greedy robber

Double dipping

Against

Our commodity

Knives piecred

Our Back

Whips and chain

Rising Kane

Steel prices

Stove top oven

Twilight Ozone

replays Rome

No place like home

With no

Space/// time

No peace mind

No mountain

To climb

Gotta

Find a place

Nowhere to hide

Frame us at

For the crime

Advertise

Who’s looking out? ( uncut)

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave Publishing

Copyright@2026

We ain’t looking back x3

( vibration echo)

With our hands clean

As we beat the scene,

Their kingdom

Tears down.

We watch them

Make an Attempt to

Flee the scene,

Kingdown all

Crumbling down

Who’s looking out?

It is not a mortal kombat

It malicious attack

Optimum trains

Crashing planes

It is a cultural shock

This is insane

Too busy

( tapping….

our phones

Too layoff

DE I

Return

Cat in the hat

Searching

Seizing

Hardly

Afford

our homes

We demand

Who’s looking out ?

don’t let go!

We gonna tear

Your kingdom down

We ain’t looking back!

Too many leaders

Checkmate

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Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave publishing

Copyright@2026

Chess rules

within In these streets

bargains our fate

Hard to analyze like

Quantum sciences

While the

Jackals grin

aren’t silent,

Pay it in forward

taxes in advance

Losers draw your

Dividends

(Throw away the towel)

Warrant shall be sent

To the rich

Hurry up

Quick!

No time to waste

Hands us

Our golden plates.

You're dismissed!

As the door closes,

Don’t turn around

You are no longer

Welcome here anymore

All our heavy burdens

Are lifted.

Mission confirmed

Checkmate……..,

Belly up Dynasty

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave publishing

Copyright@2026

Belly up ,

250

Dynasty

Games

Are over

No longer looking

Over our shoulders

We ain’t gonna

Taking anymore

Stand and deliver

Our fortune is here

No more stealing

Our thunder

Our grass is far greener

Tall enough

Chop them down

We are

No longer

diving under

markers precede

Your position,

Even though

We uninvited

Annually Balls

Similar to

Duke and Dutchess,

On your mark,

Get set!

gun blazes up

into the air

Ricochet sound

beams the power

Supersonic waves

Penetration in your ears

We kept our boots

Strap all the way up

like a tightrope

tuck at the soles

Of ours shoes.

Let Them Eat

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave Publishing

Copyright@2026

To whom

it may concern,

It is our turn!

We have nothing

To lose

We won’t get burn

We complete

Our task

as A- team

More like

MacGyver,

Yet it soon

Shall all

Come to pass

(As subjects

don’t reject

Our plead)

We sincerely/ humbly ask…,)

Please,

Complete your task

deliver this message

towards dirty

Rotten fowls, by making

them a primary

examples.

(Bottom feeders)

They won’t have

Anymore

Dynasty……,

Karma is bitch

She is also

my best friend

I said this message again

Karma them shall bare

Fresh from the oven

While sauce broiling

Streaming well hot

Like the witch’s pot

When Hansel and Gretel,

Wipe her out.

Watch us win

Our sweepstakes,

Here’s a gift.

From all of us to you,

( cheers to the rich)

Have them eat cake…..,

Savage Beast Wailing Wall Resurfaces

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave Publishing

Copyright@2026

Grace stands

behind twelve

to 3,000

passovers

Time after

Time

We are tired of

Standing at

Imaginary line

We all have

already seen

the signs

It is not good at all!

It is not over

Whatever ,

Grace humbly

Waits for

Man made

Pledge wall

While nobel

one’s ( savage beasts )

insert

Written

Passages

In the

wall,

However,

On the other side

Uncompromised

against the

genuine Tribes

Eyes are gateway

Within the soul

You can see it

in all their

Eyes )

Savage beast

DNA belongs

from a man

Who started

D-day,

caused

the universe

a big ugly curse

in 2’s

That is the very reasons

Why the world gets

Screwed

Savage breasts

rage war

Near the stone

wall

decline pennies

afford sack full

of dimes

, by promoting

endless crimes

Savages beast

masked

Ultra beauty

Climb the

corporate

Usury

Hi jack

Jacob’s ladder

Grace belongs

In first place

I meant to

Make a final

Strike

Out loud

avoid

I have known

My place was

Third base

I rather not

Take food off

Anyone's plate

If something not

Yours,

It never could be

Yours

Colossal Rolling Stones

Built Artificial wall as

Sacrificial pledge

blanket spread

from head to palms

Savage beasts

Claim others

emotion;

Said they

don’t belong

Near pledge

Wall

Grace never

begs, borrow,

Steal. Her

Passion

Consistently

real

, by hoping to heal

tomorrow from

all sorrows

One more

chance

Fate destine to

have this dance

As sundown

Soon as

Night falls

draw us

closer

To a night light

As we (lost chosen one )

Place

Our palms like a magnet

As we gravitate

On the dry concrete

Cinder blocks

We definitely

won’t be shame

at all

the weeping wall

Strengthen us

That is if

Savage beasts

Don’t stand

Chance

In our way

At all!

Some of us... know the difference

Between right and wrong.

Even if our rights are

Written in stone.

It seems our... lives...

Ne-ver matter to them at all!

Because at the very end...

The last ones get first dibs.

Sa-vage breasts pre-tend... to be...

The chosen ones.

To be... or not to be...

That is the mor-al question.

Their wrongs are strong... by...

Ta-king it all...

E-ven if the truth... resur-fa-ces...

Nailed down... at the wai-ling wall...

Nailed down... at the wail-ing wall...

Some of us...

Know…

All resurface at the wailing wall

Spanish Town — For Jamaica, For the World

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave Publishing

Copyright @2026

Spanish Town,

No time for sleeping.

Wake —

The globe is turning,

And your heart,

Solid gold,

Beats in rhythm with ours.

You did nothing wrong.

You are the children of the light —

Green, Black, Gold raised

Against every Red, White, Blue

That ever tried to own the dawn.

This is not just your story.

It is Kingston’s. It is Port-au-Prince’s.

It is Lagos’s, it is Nairobi’s.

It is every town that remembers

What was taken,

What was sown in tears,

What grows now in defiant colors.

The buccaneers are not gone —

They wear new masks,

Carry new papers,

But their hunger is ancient.

They came for your mother’s land,

For her rivers, her seas.

They come still,

Wherever shadows swallow pride.

But listen —

When it rains in Spanish Town,

Mama Africa weeps in every time zone.

Her children are scattered,

But the fire is one.

From Trench Town to favela,

From township to reservation,

The same flame burns.

So raise your flag,

But also your gaze.

See the chain of hills beyond these hills —

The struggle is your family.

The resilience your inheritance.

You must not go down.

We must not go down.

Hold up your crown —

It fits on every head

That has refused to bow.

When our fires burn,

They signal across oceans.

No one is hungry alone.

No one is lonely forever.

The night is shared,

But so is the morning.

Spanish Town —

You are not just a place.

You are a pulse.

A proof.

A promise echoing

In every corner of the earth

Where people rise,

Remembering who they are,

And whose they are.

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Grand Maestro Returns

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave Publishing

Copyright@2026

The grand maestro of my lineage was bestowed a gift—

a ghost writer, penning songs across every rift,

a teacher, a guru in music.

Before He died,

then touched my forehead; the blessing implied.

I didn’t understand. Learning my ABC’s,

hooked on phonics, I read with ease,

adapting the spirit of poetry, then notes—

Mozart, Beethoven, gospel was in my throat.

My Aeiou made me harmonize, I became the flute.

I made the music, then learned the dispute,

the business side, so no one could be sly.

One day, a letter. A proposal. I

Read it all down to the finest print,

Googled the terms, saw the devil in it.

My lawyer said, “Don’t sign unless you will be burnt.”

I refused the X, watched the envelope turn,

then dusted my hands, returned to routine—

until one late evening, a haunting scene.

A spook crept through my basement door,

no knock, no warrant. I slept with one eye,

ears detecting scuffs in kitchen pipes nearby.

My ringcam led him to my living room floor.

He put on a blackface mask, similar to minstrel-show.

tap-dancing our two-step, mocking our brand,

making desperate attempts to take my hand

as if we were old friends—I already knew.

Dennis was my menace. He had stolen

our grand maestro’s inventions,

telephone, light, automobile, assembly line,

freight trains, the clock—all c as they claimed.

We argued all night; he sang another of my tunes.

The piano man claimed he sang out of tune.

How the hell was he claimed

that he was original Godfather

Above our people?

Masters. Royalties. From pop, rock,

heavy metal, blue jazz, to hip-hop, rap,

funk, rhythm & blues, scat, reggae, dancehall, country—wrap

it all up. Finally, his identity revealed:

The clown's face was unreal. He wiped it off, his dark painted on face

and red lips. When the music was gone,

it never faded from our people’s songs.

It came back to where it rightfully belonged.

The burglar left ashame; he also wished that he never have stolen

From our people.While our

accolades well tacked

Right back on our wall,

It was a big

giveaway—because they were never his at all.!

SPIDERS

BANQUET

BEQUEST

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave Publishing

Copyright@2026

The spiders came out to play, and released themselves out of their shadows from companions’ beds. From the North mangrove a pipleline down under the path, they came flirting with the Anansi spider ( island woman tinted in disguise) who gave them the rider’s passage. They moved like thieves in the night, and a native man stopped his own sight—blinded, he failed to see his people brought down by the same divisions of language, ethnicity, and race. But these were spiders who resided in different places.

On 1/3/2025, after the ball drop, they spun him

Into a tightly coiled spindle. The man

was captured by his enemies’ web. The spiders snatched his plate for the same lubrication drawn from the Earth, one of their main goals; their other prize was removing him from his position, trapping him in their web by exiling him from his own land. They changed the driver’s wheel—the Black Widow

Spider claimed the throne, having sacrificed her own kind for the Nobel Prize. There was no shame in her game; pride had to win at all costs, even if cheating was admissible.

SPIDERS

BANQUET

BEQUEST

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave Publishing

Copyright@2026