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Book I: Father East

Chapter I: The Dominion of the Warm Sea

In an era clear as day, our story begins not with a creation, but with a claiming. You have heard the whispers of the fracture—how our own ancestral hands were turned, coaxed by the influence of Father East. It was the dominion of the sun’s warm sea, a kingdom of water stretching from the Swahili Coast to the ports of Arabia, Persia, and India. Zanzibar was his dark, beating heart. Though his lands wept minerals and oil, his true wealth was a crimson harvest, a relentless tide of lives that built his piers of power and stoked the envy of the world. His hunger sowed war like a plague upon the land, and in the chaos, the complexion of our ancestors began to change, not by nature’s hand, but by a slow fading from the very light that birthed them, turning deep brown to a paler hue, like sugar refined by a foreign fire.

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MASK CITY MOJO BAG

BLACK PEARL

SPECTRUM WAVE PUBLISHING

COPYRIGHT@2025

Miles to miles,

Beyond the invisible gold lines.

A city of fallen angels, somewhere out West,

, home of coyotes, was unaware,

While faces all wore masks.

(Mask bandits.)

Came in packs.

At night, they silently attack.

They would pass anyone’s post.

If you fit the commander’s executive fugitive description,

Then your name might be added to the list.

According to,

the commander’s coordinates.

Time won’t be on anyone’s side.

Once again, the mad serpent wants to play God —

Like an emperor who wears no clothes to the eyes of the public.

He has no groove,

Which doesn’t serve any purpose.

He sends out a collective of grim reapers with no face —

Mojo bag collection of souls.

Aftermath.

Just listen to this sermon from this poem.

Is this the precise time to fall into the hands of time?

Mass of rabbits lost the race in production,

While the turtles never reach the finish line,

or green pastures.

I know everyone has a number.

When it is your time,

Whether you did the crime,

The Grim Reaper comes to claim you,

While you leave the remaining live souls behind.

In your mind, the first thing you say:

“But I’m not ready yet!

I wanna go back!

I will fix whatever I have done!”

Calamity becomes conclusion,

Especially when the innocents fall on death’s doorstep.

The case became cold.

As you observe, the composition on file looks blue.

Invisible drops of tears somehow touch your fingertips.

As you place it close to your nose,

The nostrils smell an awful scent,

Which makes you believe these individuals

that society suspects could have

accomplished those crimes.

It’s just too easy because they passed,

matched the descriptions,

But it is still cold.

The tears still remain in our hands.

Now, hear me out.

I’m not a detective, doctor,

forensic scientist, lawyer, or judge.

Perhaps,

this may be out of my jurisdiction.

Whoa, brother! Another conspiracy theory.

A team of corrupted lab rats

had conjured up their own experience.

Hollywood created a theme,

While a new, classified network is implemented

a helluva plot to make the story real,

While the bondage cells are left empty,

So cold.

Lab experiments would cook up elite,

blood-blue cases.

Remember, it is all in the numbers.

Publishing, movie rights, broadcasting,

and productions.

Something is really about to erupt.

Wait a minute.

Excuse me for inquiring —

Did you notice industries are merging?

Contents of the series are closing.

Compartments and apps are monopolizing.

What Rockefeller said:

“Hey, monopoly... is that a crime?”

Just read between the lines.

All tied around from a Mask City Mojo Bag.

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Copyright © 2025.

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The cold case folklore: The truth has no instrument

Precious Jam Gemstone

Sound Music Bitez

Copyright@2025

Summer ’98 — a heavy rock,

A town that chose to turn the lock.

Blue blood is classified as a bald-faced lie,

Beneath a clean, alleged sky.

They pinned it on the native son,

His history was done before his story began.

A ghost whisper, a door unsealed,

The truth that never was repealed.

No instrument, just voice and vow,

For then, for now, for never now.

A reporter’s clue, a life erased,

In crooked shoes, the town was placed.

And still the whisper breathes the name —

The innocent who bore the blame.

We read it all. We shout it out.

What power fears, what silence doubts.

Precious Jam Gemstone

Black Pearl

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An AirPlay / Spoken Word Folklore

Black Pearl: This is Black Pearl, alongside Precious Jam Gemstone. Together we are known as Precious Pearl for Spectrum Waves Music & Sound Music Bitez Entertainment.

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PRECIOUS JAM GEMSTONE: You heard the studio airplay from an uncut, raw song version called "Blue Classified." In case you haven't, read the description. Caption: The Cold Case Folklore: The Truth Has No Instrument.

By Precious Jam Gemstone. Sound Music Bitez. Copyright © 2025.

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Broken Penthouse

Black Pearl ( lyrics )

Precious Jam Gemstone ( narrator)

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Broken Penthouse

Movie Scene

Broken Penthouse

Movie Scene

Part 1

Penthouse

spotlights

Ready for

Your close ups

Check

Your scripts

Check

Panoramic

4x4

Tune in the

View

We have seen

it all

Check

Clothes check

Shoes check

Make up

Hair

Check

Check

Clear the set

Check

Music tights

Sound Bitez

Lights

Camera

Prime

time

for

Some

Attraction

Buckle up

Your seats

It is a long ride

As the

Movie scenes

Broken penthouse

Cast members

Begun

Director

Put a hint

Flavor

as you

Scratch

the

Record

Step on

the Bass

Backtrack 76

Welfare Queen

Directors were

Impressed

Won the

Lead role

Scene 81

Take 40

Action

Scene 85

Some of

Us made it

Out alive

Wiz scratch

The record

Again

Next

Scene 89

Take 41

Sleepers

Trap

Monsterous

Lock down

Middle East

Golf tour

Scene 93

Take 42

Relief

Trade deals

Scene 01

Take 43

Papa

Hands

Son

Penthouse

Keys

Gemini

High rises

Collapse

Scene 09

Take 44

Lenders

Crash

Cash out

Nubians

Move on up

To East side

Drove a fast

Car

Scene 11

Funeral

Plow

Crack

In two

During the scenes,

Last call

Brothers

Shook hands

digger

Buried

His brothers’

Underneath

His own

The shovel

House of

The rising

Sun

Prosperity

Almost done

Miscarriage

The birth

Of nation

Palm trees

West ban

Centralized plan

Dove can’t

Even

breathe peace

Scene 17

Take 45

Sold

Penthouse

Foreign Boss

For a cheap

Costs

Scene 21

Take 46

Didn’t recognize

spies in his camp

Take 45

Sabotage take 46

Ruined the whole

entire film

Scene 24-26

Take 47

Record a whole

entire movie

Broken Penthouse

Movie scene

Part 2

Brand

new scene

Copy and paste

Cover to cover

Take 40

all

Playbook

Two scores

Cold struggles

,but all things

Were already

Said and done

I wonder if

the massive

Cast members

Alumni

Committee

Students

Would ever

Will

Recover

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Wazir Wiz Music

Jah Lion music

Rose Quartz Manifestos

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I Refuse The Caution Tape

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Black Pearl

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I Refuse to Put Back My Caution Tape

It’s time to move on

I Refuse the Caution Tape

It’s time to move on

Its true

We are so through

Times two

While I’m giving

The straight talk times 3

Verse 5

We’ve been hearing speeches after speeches

Like Reese’s pieces—

Sweet but empty.

All we do is pick up the pieces,

Bag them,

Flush them.

That’s how it feels:

The disrespect, the foolishness, the fascism.

Time to end the speeches.

Time to make progress.

Progression is when a human takes mind, soul, and hands

Not AI becoming our next handler

Human intelligence

By going out there and doing the work.

Stop talking.

We need more walkers.

We need more doers

Not talkers.

End of subject.

It don’t matter if you got

enough seats in the House or Senate—

Start working.

Stop with the lights, camera, action,

People are talking—

We ain’t seen satisfaction.

The real situation?

The economy is shifting.

middle class.

Are becoming the

Lower class

The rich above their balconies,

Not throwing bread—

Throwing stones.

Telling us to work,

While everything looks dysfunctional.

So stop talking.

Start walking.

Take all that speech time,

Bag it like Reese’s pieces,

Flush it in the garbage.

We don’t want any diabetes—

Too much sugar, no nutrients.

No supply.

No nothing.

Time to do the work.

Time to take off the caution tape

And move.

Start dealing with what matters—

Not media distractions,

Not celebrity distractions.

Like indigo inferno

See things new.

2026 is coming.

Feels worse than 2025.

Thank God I’m alive,

But every day gets more miserable.

I need things low.

I need flow.

We need walkers.

Not talkers.

That white lawn—

All talk, no walk.

We went from subject to no subject.

From “this one should resign”

To “this one is still here.”

We see pictures with babies,

People wondering,

Propaganda spinning

About a woman from Raisin, Texas—

No foreign background,

Only domestic,

And they look at her like she’s leprosy.

Time for something new.

So I’m taking this caution tape off.

And when I do—

You won’t like it.

Some remember me from straight talk times three.

My subject matter is unapologetic.

Unbroken.

A banner.

A bandit.

I see an 84-year-old woman across the street

Still going to work.

Social Security not enough.

Pension not enough.

Now she’s too sick.

She unable to

do the things she could.

I see people making $400,000 a year

Saying it’s not enough.

Budget is too steep

It is breaking their pockets,

Tune in.

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Unapologetic unbroken Banner

I am your host—

Black Pearl.

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Let the walkers rise.

Let the talkers fade.

The tape is off.

We’ve got work to do.

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Black Pearl

Wazir wiz

Jah Lion music

Precious Jam Gemstone

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Precious Jam Gemstone

(collections Sound Music Bitez)

Black Pearl

Sound music Bitez

Spectrum wave publishing

Copyright @2025

The rough, raw, and edgy cut so deep in folklore ( urban streets),

Music originates from the dark side

That stems from the main root.

This is where music stirs the pot

Of numerous controversies where

Exploitation is never overrated.

Precious Jam Gemstone is duality

Which is released from the liberated

aside from Black Pearl.

Black Pearl zodiac moon signifies a Gemini.

But the Star Sun is the dominant Scorpion.

The yin and Yang remain unhinged

When Precious Jam Gem produces songs,

Add all spice with very nice,

or loud subject matters, with no filter

Jah Lion Music

(Jah's Rumble, the Roar of the Lion & Friends)

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Jah Lion music

Wazir Wiz music

Spectrum wave music entertainment

The Lion represents the king of the jungle. The heart of the Lion provides strength, persistence, perseverance, and the provision that releases the food we prefer: knowledge.

Jahmala Downer was born a child prodigy. His musical talents began developing when he was nine years old. He taught himself how to play several instruments. With a background in engineering and mechanics, he is also a computer genius.

To explain Jah Lion's role: he is the force that expands technology and programming within music, fusing it with the heart of Reggae and Jamaican sounds. All the while, the wave of creativity continues to cling to him, never letting him go. When challenges arise, he works diligently until the job is accomplished.

I, Black Pearl, write, record, and sing each note. But in this field of music, I've learned you need an expert beside you. The expert's main purpose is to critique you, opening a space to learn, develop, and sharpen your skills.

This is the essence of Spectrum Wave Music Entertainment—the energy with which Jah Lion brought Caribbean and neo-soul grassroots tunes to the scene. This energy introduced the coolest guitar player, Wazir "Wiz" from South Asia’s India, a master of bass, acoustic, and electric. Wiz became the wizard, assembling major elements in his studio. He also impressed me with a universal hip tone from overseas.

The Drum's Unwritten Tale:

When the Sound Finds You

A sample of Black Pearl’s collective of lycris

Spectrum Wave Publishing copyright@2025

A man lived by the endless sea,

His world is defined by wave and lee.

But then he heard a different roar—

A shockwave bolts to his core.

It shattered through the salt and spray,

A force that grabbed his hands to play.

The ocean's rhythm fell away,

Replaced by drums that seemed to say:

"Listen. Remember."

The sound, a blast, a portal's light,

Pulled him from day into a night

Of stories that the schools deny,

A hidden truth he can't untie.

The Soundblast came.

When tribes were hunted, torn apart,

The Soundblast came to strengthen the heart.

It reunited, made them one,

Under the moon, beneath the sun.