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Caution Tape: Constitution Is on a High Ransom

Black Pearl

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Alright. Let me take down the caution tape for a minute.

I want to talk about the Constitution. Not the paper. The living thing. The law that’s supposed to enlist our freedoms. Provide the framework.

But I have to ask: Do we still have it? Do we still have our democracy?

Look around. Social media racially profiles us. Foreign governments tell us what we can say. How to behave. I thought we were grown adults. Raised right. We should know how to act.

But then you see the other side. The ones supposed to be leaders. Setting examples. They’re not just failing… they’re terrifying. Causing problems. Breaking the protocol. And we’re left here, like children, trying to figure it out on our own.

Precious Jam Gemstone

Mic : Sound Music Bitez

Black Pearl ‘s lyrics

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Mic sounds

Like a fly

Waving to

Bite your ear

Because

Some y’all

need hear

Hot Potato

Times 2

Base line

Alkaline

Ph detects

1. ​9

( read between

the punch line )

Major hot pursuit

Grass grows through

Concrete

the whole world had seen

the footage the garden

Surface released right out

Up North

From Cepot’s closet

Where shadows are the only thing that reap.

No sun, no sky, a ledger without ink—

Toilet water inmates were forced to drink

The truth is what the jailers never could think.

For sixty grains of sand, the hourglass stuck,

No hand could move to document our luck,

Or monumental loss. A silent screen

Where what has been and what should be, between,

A gap yawns wide. A nation holds its breath,

And records sleep a semblance of a death.

This is the game. The passing of the blame,

A heated thing that carries Nixon’s name became , by a pretended mad king ‘s . He called the Hot potato game.

It’s in the pocket of a tailored suit,

A stain that spreads from buckle to the boot.

I told you once, I ain’t you twice,

They spin the tale and roll the loaded dice.

They never gonna stop, while doors are locked

In fact, as if a warehouse were stocked.

While the whole world shock, the plumbers tape the mic,

And stage the set to make the darkness bright.

And in the silver reservoir, a coil hums,

A digital vein where all the future comes.

The water knows your name, its path a thread

In AI’s ledger, quietly widespread.

The meter’s mind, a cold and calculating god,

Prepare to double up the tab we have to pay .

And sustenance. The main tenants, unaware,

Will find the well is thin and metallic, bare,

All the way down to that unspooling coil—

A privilege now, withdrawn from

Hot potato.

The Great Depression is set to drop.

Everything was right within our hands until

The fool, who swore upon the bible’s sand,

Came in and let the rot command the land?

Fool me once, the shame is on the house.

Fool me twice, we field the frantic mouse

That scuttles where the lions feared to tread.

We’ve landed in our own sleek coffins, fed

On promises. The tempers flare and whisper,

As from a gilded, unforgiving cistern.

And in the yard, the animals begin to march.

A silent, grim procession through the arch

Of yellow stone that promises a fire.

Some may live. Some may die. The cost climbs higher.

Things are getting hotter.

Stain shirts bring the rings upon the collar tight.

The watchful ants, who have a thousand lives,

Saw all the signs in frantic, digging hives.

We chose to ignore. We left the stone alone.

Now we must endure, and grind the stone to bone.

For in the studio, the sixty minute stall.

The typed page stays forever blank and small.

The gate is guarded by a nervous laugh—

A watered-down, a split and quartered calf

Of context. What you cannot box and air

Is simply… not. A sanctity of care

That chokes the story in a soundproof room.

It is the buried ledger in the tomb,

The Cepot of the mind, the locked cell where

They dare not even place the burden there.

Hot potato.

Continues to play the same

( Watergate)

similar as connect four ,

but the media didn’t ask

To lead on the dance floor.

Hot potato was

Passed quickly before it burned.

Watch it fly as every vested interest turns.

I told you once, I ain’t you twice.

They are never gonna stop the spread of vice.

While the whole world is shocked, they play the ancient game.

The Great Depression, peering through the flame,

Is about to drop. The music slows. We see

The final pass was made to you. To me.

We hold it now. This scorching, ticking core.

This truth we cannot document… or ignore.

Hot potato.

Hot potato.

Hot potato

You are it !

Hot Potato

Black Pearl

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A concrete garden grows in Cepot’s keep,

Where shadows are the only thing that reap.

No sun, no sky, a laser printer without ink—

The truth is what the jailers never think.

For sixty grains of sand, the hourglass stuck,

No hand could move to document our luck,

Or monumental loss. A silent screen

Where what has been and what should be, between,

A gap yawns wide. A nation holds its breath,

And records sleep a semblance of a death.

This is the game. The passing of the blame,

A heated thing that carries Nixon’s name.

It’s in the pocket of a tailored suit,

A stain that spreads from buckle to the boot.

I told you once, I ain’t you twice,

They spin the tale and roll the loaded dice.

They never gonna stop, while doors are locked

In fact, as if a warehouse were unstocked.

While the whole world shock, the plumbers tape the mic,

And stage the set to make the darkness bright.

And in the silver reservoir, a coil hums,

A digital vein where all the future comes.

The water knows your name, its path a thread

In AI’s ledger, quietly widespread.

The meter’s mind, a cold and calculating god,

Prepares to double up the tab we pay for the price

And sustenance. The main tenants, unaware,

Will find the well is thin and metallic, bare,

All the way down to that unspooling coil—

A privilege now, withdrawn from common soil.

Hot potato.

The Great Depression set to drop.

Everything was right within our hands until

The fool, who swore upon the bible’s sand,

Came in and let the rot command the land?

Fool me once, the shame is on the house.

Fool me twice, we field the frantic mouse

That scuttles where the lions feared to tread.

We’ve landed in our own sleek coffins, fed

On promises. The tempers flare and whisper,

As from a gilded, unforgiving cistern.

And in the yard, the animals begin to march.

A silent, grim procession through the arch

Of yellow stone that promises a fire.

Some may live. Some may die. The cost climbs higher.

Things are getting hotter.

Stain shirts bring the rings upon the collar tight.

The watchful ants, who have a thousand lives,

Saw all the signs in frantic, digging hives.

We chose to ignore it. We left the stone alone.

Now we must endure, and grind the stone to bone.

For in the studio, the sixty minute stall.

The typed page stays forever blank and small.

The gate is guarded by a nervous laugh—

A watered-down, a split and quartered calf

Of context. What you cannot box and air

Is simply… not. A sanctity of care

That chokes the story in a soundproof room.

It is the buried ledger in the tomb,

The Cepot of the mind, the locked cell where

They dare not even place the burden there.

Hot potato.

Pass it quick before it burns.

Watch it fly as every vested interest turns.

I told you once, I ain’t you twice.

They never gonna stop the spread of vice.

While the whole world shock, they play the ancient game.

The Great Depression, peering through the flame,

Is about to drop. The music slows. We see

The final pass was made to you. To me.

We hold it now. This scorching, ticking core.

This truth we cannot document… or ignore.

Hot potato.

Hot potato.

Hot potato

You shall see!

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Good evening. This is a Spectrum Wave Media Insight, on behalf of the Spectrum Soundbites unApologetic, Unbroken Banner Podcast. We have breaking news.

Due to what we can only describe as… unfortunate circumstances, the program 60 Minutes was unable to televise ( yes, our revolution won't be televised ).. .. documentary footage concerning a military prison in El Salvador—a facility known as CECOT.

This report stems from the 2025 policy that we have observed individuals released from our government to foreign detention systems. What was found there, according to now-leaked evidence, was less a correctional facility and more what survivors have called a "hell in a basket."

While the official story remained undocumented on its intended network, the footage found its way to the public eye via Canadian broadcasts. Fragments have surfaced on global platforms, facing removal, only to resurface elsewhere. The images, now bandied across the world, depict a reality too horrific to contain.

In response to this censorship, this closed ledger, we offer not just a report, but a reflection. A testament to the hot truth that no one wants to hold.

What follows is a poetic dispatch from the silence. We call it "Hot Potato."

Shadow Of His Smile

Black Pearl 

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Copyright@2025

This belongs to Spectrum Wave publishing 

Black Pearl copyright @2025

The Shadow of his  Smile 

Now I lay you down to sleep,

Now your souls have peace.

El General’s last breath

Made his heart no longer beat.

He gave up the end of his  seat,

Then he crawled up to the upper room—

The sanctuary his beloved wife

Once quietly kept.

Shadow of his smile,

Entertainment will never be the same.

I’m not buying

These  fatal incidents were caused

By domestic disputes.

There is more to the real sequel;

There are too many plots and twists.

The case is too easy.

There might be clues that they have missed.

The silence from the media,

Bloggers, podcasters—it all adds

To the propaganda.

Like the casino games where votes were rigged,

Too much monopoly; a masquerade

which  leads to charade.

The wealthy are too damn greedy.

Shadow of his smile,

I wish Nuno and Salter

Had stayed a whole entire while.

They were both scientist geniuses

Who could have saved the world.

Similar to , Nikola Tesla

, and Lewis Howard Latimer ,

They were  more than the best dressed.

Magnetism was his field,

Yet Edison claimed the fam p

Through his connections.

The modern-day Lewis and Clark

Traced the code from the genesis data,

Merging the discovery as their own.

But the real story, we all know,

Was untold.

While the truth left hidden 

Way beneath the dark, 

 the  real clue, allegedly:

The squatters had invaded 

Uncle’s  Closet.

They have taken his  patent for themselves,

Where energy is no longer free.

Eventually, 

You shall soon see!

---Black Pearl 

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Copyright@2025

This belongs to Spectrum Wave publishing 

Black Pearl copyright @2025

Skin

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave publishing

Copyright@2025

Some call me bitter

I’m just in rage

I don’t see anything

, but an

Empty page

Of violet woman

Standing alone

One stem

Where foot

Is the root

Surrounded

By soil from

The earth

Separated

Fence from

Other side of the world

On whatever

Oh, well

Different strokes

For different folks

Other folks are

Being treated as joke

Moral truth

The world at large

Collateral damage

I still live bitter

These days

Because they

Treat my people

As if we are slaves

Smiles don’t

Belong where

I come from

I was born

This way…

I remain relevant

I know how to

Behave

It within

My skin

No, I don’t need

Any medicine

This all comes

From the melanin

DNA which all

Belongs within my skin

That is how the

Story begins

All within my skin

---

A Bridge cross on

Whatever,

When things are not right,

I could see the light

At the first sight

Until I became

A woman

Now I understand

All men’s evil

Made as a nomad’s land

Unsuccessfully plan

As they all assembled,

It didn’t control me

I became compelled

By the light

Light never could

Blind me

Upon, it made me wiser

Than I could ever be

It could never

Break my spirit

No, no, no

They could never

See me fall

All compelled

Within my skin

Don’t you know

There is going

To be a revolution

---

A massive bloodshed

It shall be released

By our skins

In what is inside

We can no longer hide

I watch them standby

Provide the verdict

Because the murder

They wrote

Our fate has been

Tested

Experimented

We won’t be

Taken for granted

Without a doubt

These are signs of times

Be prepared for a major

Blast

Succotash this

Our skin

No longer will

Be the next man’s

Meal ticket

I will say it again

We seek revenge

As our tempers

Get loose

While they had taken

It all, it would last call

They won’t be

Having a ball

Destiny relieve

Our final redemption

Shall be our laugh

After they have published

The draft,

I saw the dragon

Rise above the sea

Ten horns

Ten crowns

Seven heads

When the dragon

Gave the beast

His sword,

At this final hour,

As the bell strikes

Twelve times three

As the spirit invests

Bind within me

All this had happened

Which lies within my skin

That’s how the story begins

---

Maybe live in high class

May not pas

The brown

Paper bag test

Combs may not

get a pass

Trust me,

Trouble never lasts

Every thing

Lies within my skin

---

I Refuse The Caution Tape

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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,

But last I checked,

I am daughter, infant, child, woman—

And the First Amendment says free speech

As long as we don’t wreck nobody.

So where is my free speech?

I refuse to put back my caution tape.

Tune in.

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I am your host—

Black Pearl.

BLACK PEARL LYRICS/VOCAL 

PRODUCER BY JAHMALA DOWNER

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER BY MORDECAI CAMPBELL& SADE KEARNEY, ZHL COLLECTIONS, INC.

We must type on our keypad.

We must inscribe it on a stone

Until we get it right! 

The bullet lands on our

  Front lawn 

  Public streets

  Playgrounds

  House  doors

  School doors

  Church doors

  Farmers door

  Convenience store doors

Subsection made of lots 

Subsection made of blocks 

The large section is made of cemetery burial plots 

1,2,3,6 graves 

Therefore, we won’t be ignored! 

Those stray bullets blazed 

 blood  lands onto  the

 innocent children’s  staircases

We should never be overlooked! 

For now and evermore, 

We won’t be standing in fear 

We shall end all violence

Therefore, we stand here with a peaceful motivation of silence 

In the remaining, we will harmonize within our kismet 

Suddenly, three rods made a dynamic public announcement about where humanity came from, from Tennessee to Washington, DC.

There were two out of three. 

e

The persecutors were so d

They were obligated the vision of white

They forbid the sights of 

Black 

Brown, or 

Other. 

They peacefully exit out center stage with their heads up high

 because their wells were never dry. 

Humanity

Meanwhile, the two rods’ redemption   sted, which reinstated revolutionary Robinhood Ionics 

The  proclamation, as prophesied by our proud fathers

We are exhausted by the toxic bias of Congress's fascist debates

We are praying for tomorrow's children to endure peace for eternity, 

for goodness sake

 We are at heaven’s door 

It is endless hitting at innocent s

One bullet 

Two bullets

Three bullets

Six bullets

at humankind’s 

All guarded by the government’s clutches

The masters pretend to close their  eyes

Because “Lady Justice” is pandemically blind. 

When the people formed affirmative action to cease and seize the bullet, the puppet masters played on deaf ears.

Sing: I’m a woman, 

I’m a man, 

I’m a mother, 

I’m a father, 

I'm a daughter,

I'm a son, 

I’m a sister, 

I’m a brother, 

I’m a teacher, 

I’m a preacher

I’m a victim, 

I'm a true survivor!

Who is trying to stay alive?

I'm fighting this battle partially every day and night.

Sunrise to  sunset, because it is too hard to stay alive, 

In this world, we are living. It's hard to keep alive……

The bullet

We need to get it right!

We need to exercise our Bill of Rights

Until we can get it right!

 If they refuse to stop, it might inflate their monopolized profits. 

Legacy is the franchise to rule the world of prosperity, which is not meant for ordinary folks like you and me. 

The final decision shall stand behind the casualties of bullets t

The puppet masters forever guarded and paid the heavy ransom for the mighty stray bullets. 

BLACK PEARL LYRICS/VOCAL 

PRODUCER BY JAHMALA DOWNER

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER BY MORDECAI CAMPBELL& SADE KEARNEY, ZHL COLLECTIONS, INC.

Monologue: The Bullet (Preview for Season 2, Episode 2)

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(The stage is now darker. The SPEAKER stands center stage, voice firm and resonant.)

SPEAKER

We need to get it right!

We need to exercise our Bill of Rights until we can get it right.

We must type on our keypads. We must inscribe it on stone until we get it right!

Because the bullet lands on our front lawns. Our public streets. Our playgrounds. It lands on house doors, school doors, church doors, the farmer's door, and the convenience store door. On subsections made of lots… subsections made of blocks… the large section made of cemetery burial plots.

One, two, three, six graves.

Therefore, we won’t be ignored! Those stray bullets blazed, and blood landed onto the innocent children’s staircases. We should never be overlooked!

For now and evermore, we won’t be standing in fear. We shall end all violence. Therefore, we stand here with a peaceful motivation of silence. In the remaining, we will harmonize within our kismet.

We are exhausted by the toxic bias of Congress's fascist debates. We are praying for tomorrow's children to endure peace for eternity, for goodness' sake!

We are hoping the bullet won't knock on heaven's door. But it is endless, hitting at innocent men's hinges. One bullet. Two bullets. Three bullets. Six bullets. At humankind, all guarded by the government's clutches.

The masters pretend to close their eyes because “Lady Justice” is pandemically blind.

And when the people formed affirmative action to cease and seize the bullet… the puppet masters played on deaf ears.

(Music swells softly. The SPEAKER’s tone becomes more personal, almost like a hymn.)

I’m a woman. I’m a man.

I’m a mother. I’m a father.

I'm a daughter. I'm a son.

I’m a sister. I’m a brother.

I’m a teacher. I’m a preacher.

I’m a victim. I'm a true survivor!

Who is trying to stay alive? I'm fighting this battle partially every day and night. Sunrise to sunset… because it is too hard to stay alive. In this world we are living… It's hard to keep alive.

The bullet.

The final decision shall stand behind the casualties of bullets, compiled to linger. The puppet masters forever guarded and paid the heavy ransom for the mighty stray bullets.

(The SPEAKER looks out, resolute.)

Black Pearl Lyrics. Vocal.

(Blackout.)

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Summary

Let me refresh! Black Pearl 

Brought the audience's attention with Caution Tape as 

An introductory bonus: Xx's Vs Xyx's, which was 

considered a controversial 

Affirmative sample. Caution Tape season 2 : 

This powerful piece, "Caution Tape / The Bullet" from Black Pearl Lyrics on behalf of Spectrum Sound Bitez, is a searing spoken-word critique of systemic failure and gun violence in America.

· "Caution Tape" acts as a provocative introduction, where the speaker discards formalities and triggers warnings to deliver unfiltered truth. It questions the dysfunction of government and media, pointing out how the middle and lower classes are consistently left unprotected from societal "storms."

· "The Bullet" is the devastating main act—a poetic litany of grief and resistance. It vividly maps the trajectory of stray bullets through the sacred spaces of everyday life (homes, schools, playgrounds, cemeteries), condemning the "pandemically blind" Lady Justice and the "puppet masters" who profit from the violence. It culminates in a unifying chant of identity ("I'm a mother... I'm a survivor") emphasizing that the struggle to survive is a universal, daily battle.

The overall work is a call to action, demanding that we "exercise our Bill of Rights" and stand with "peaceful motivation" against the forces that allow innocent lives to be collateral damage.

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Monologue: 

Caution Tape:  

Proceed w/o caution tape  

(Season 2, Episode 1)

Black Pearl Spectrum Sound Bitez copyright@2025

(The stage is bare. A single strip of CAUTION TAPE is draped over a chair. The SPEAKER enters, picks it up, and addresses the audience directly.)

SPEAKER

Happy holidays. Consider this your introduction to the caution tape.

The caution tape came back. Once again. And it’s due to the subject matter. This is a public broadcast service announcement, so I have to integrate a trigger warning.

I am unapologetic.

I am unbroken.

I am unfiltered.

And I promise… I won’t curse.

I’m going to provide blunt, straight talk3, Similar to my profile featuring on TikTok. You know what they say? A closed mouth never gets fed. Those were the clever words from my grand-nanny.

So I’m not holding back.

Allow me to toss away my caution tape… and land it in the trash.

There were certain events, situations… that should never have happened. I wish for familiar, innocent circumstances… those lives… would have existed anyway, Rip, for lives that made it through the struggle. But life must go on! 

So let’s rewind the clock. Back to the beginning of 2025, until the end of this physical phase.

Press play. Let’s begin.

As far as we have seen, moral lives are being unprotected. There are three branches in Washington, D.C., the head transit station. Each plays a role that is to protect, serve, and uphold our Constitution, which we consider our bible.

So why are the mechanical birds non-functional? Why is everything so dysfunctional? Television is bribed to produce propaganda. Why those phony… attempts?

It’s like I once sang… from a tragic but poetic liberation. A publisher of spoken words is more like the Book of Psalms.

Titled… The Bullet.

Copyright @ 2023.

A slug… is considered an insect, created by nature. But the bullet, unfortunately, came branded with shell cases by a human’s hand. With a path of destructive behavior, while the cowards leave a toe tag with no label, the politicians take an oath, wear multiple armor pledge pins. 

The bullet would eventually land on someone’s front door or public ground, with unapologetic tones. Season after season. For no good reason.

Here comes another demon.

Storms always start the insurrection. Never mind an unauthorized health inspection.

I will say it again: The middle and lower class… never… always get last dibs. The bad end of the stick by receiving improper, inaccurate protection.

Caution Tape… are you ready for more?

Next verse… listen as the tape rolls.

(The SPEAKER drops the tape. Blackout.)

Black Pearl: Spectrum Sound Bitez /Unapologetic Unbroken Banner/Spectrum Wave Music Ent. copyright@2025

Black Pearl, author

Black Pearl is an author, songwriter, and audio artist who defies easy categorization. As the founder of Spectrum Wave Publishing, she has crafted a unique tapestry of work that includes gripping novels like Hazel’s Soulful Hands and The Divine Has Risen Our Ancestors Are Calling, alongside powerful spoken-word collections such as Sanctuary City and Caution Tape Monologue.

Her artistic expression is a seamless spectrum. Under the same name, Black Pearl releases collectible songs on major platforms and hosts the podcasts "Spectrum Sound Bitez" and "The Official Black Pearl of the Artist," offering intimate glimpses into her creative process. Whether through the written word, the rhythm of a poem, or the melody of a song, her mission is to connect, provoke, and inspire. Dive into her authentic universe of stories and sounds.

POCKET WATCH &THE SONG: A CHRISTMAS STORY, penned by the author Black Pearl, stands as a poignant monologue for our times. It symbolizes how a simple change of heart—replacing want with thankfulness—can restart a stopped clock and restore the richness of spirit.

And so, from all of us at Spectrum Waves Publishing, we wish everyone the gift of "a little Christmas." We invite you to listen to the angelic sounds of the soundtrack, "Angelic Sounds," released in 2023 by Spectrum Waves Music Entertainment.

Welcome, welcome, beautiful souls. You’re listening to Spectrum Sound Bitez, the unapologetic and unbroken banner of sound, brought to you on behalf of Spectrum Wave Publishing.

We are your sanctuary in the noise, your daily dose of echoes of stories.

And speaking of stories, the Spectrum Wave collections are thrilled to offer a library of audiobooks designed to transport you. Immerse yourself in the gentle frequencies of our "Echoes Waves Stories: Family Version" for peaceful listening. Get cozy with the autumnal warmth of "Peaceful Pumpkin Soup," or ride the rhythmic currents of our Poetry Wave collections.

Discover our anthologies like "Streams of Collectives," find your calm in "Sanctuary CitySerenity: A Cross to Bridge," and explore the powerful narratives of "Caution Tape," "Serenity Birthright," and "Welfare Queen." There’s a story here for every facet of your spirit.

And now, for today’s episode, we have a very special bonus for you. We’re pulling back the curtain on a breathtaking new poetic narrative from our collection: "Sanctuary City Serenity: A Cross to Bridge," featuring the luminous Precious Jam Gemstone.

This is the work of the phenomenal writer, Black Pearl, and it is available for you to own under the Spectrum Wave Publishing banner. You can find this title and all of our incredible segments profiled in the links below.

Today, we’re giving you an exclusive sample of a groundbreaking piece of poetry that reshapes reality itself. It’s called "The Platinum Master Value: Volume I, 'Ground-Breaking Shape Shift", by the visionary Black Pearl, affiliated and associated with Spectrum Wave Publishing/ Spectrum Wave Media.

A special thank you to the media version who helped bring this to life, the “Rose Quartz Manifestos”, for their masterful mediation in the recording studio.

So, settle in, turn up the volume, and prepare to have your perspective shifted. This is Spectrum Sound Bitez, and this is your sound.

· Black Pearl & Black Rose Pearl:

The primary poetic voices deliver the core prophetic and apocalyptic narratives.

· Rose Quartz Manifestos: Appears as a co-publisher and likely represents the philosophical or spiritual school of thought behind the texts.

· Precious Jam Gemstone: Contributes the triumphant and faith-affirming anthem "Stand and Deliver."

· Spectrum Wave Publishing & Sound Music Bitez: The publishing and entertainment imprints responsible for this collection, indicating that these works are likely intended for both literary and musical adaptation.

In essence, THE PATENT MASTER: VOLUME I is a spiritual and artistic declaration of the end of one age and the painful, triumphant birth of another, championed by a divine "Shakeshift" and upheld by the unyielding faith of its followers.

FIVE BOROUGHS SOUND INSTRUMENTAL ~ BLACK PEARL ~SPECTRUM WAVE MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT. COPYRIGHT @2023

THE PATENT MASTER: VOLUME I: STAND AND DELIVER

STAND AND DELIVER ~episode 4

STAND AND DELIVER

(WE NEVER LOSE)

Precious Jam Gemstone

SOUND MUSIC BITEZ 

Stand and deliver

It is already done

Troubles never last 

You shall see

It is what you

ought to believe

It has been sown

 Upon  a tree

Aim your portion

Stand and deliver 

(We never lose )

Grace, 

push it  

way down 

Into  our bones 

From hands  to 

Our feet

We would never be 

defeated

 It  was already done 

By the rising of the sun,

( we never lose ) 

 We are destined

We have already won

 believe 

Stand and deliver

It was already done 

We have achieved.  

Master all possibilities.

Stand and deliver 

We never lose 

Feel  it  way deep down

In  our souls

It feeds us 

 When we lose control 

( cry ) 

I’m not telling a lie

It  would be a mortal 

Crime

Stand and deliver 

Stand in what you believe 

Stand on what you receive 

Stand in your own achievement

Stand and deliver 

We never lose control 

 Only if you  believe 

 It may be unseen,

But you can  feel 

Something beyond  

Involuntarily control

Stand and deliver 

We never lose 

Soul of the wings

 rush  touch by 

The mighty winds

 like an Eagle soars

We spread our wings 

 High Enough 

We always look up 

We never look down 

We never bend down

We never lose our crowns 

We never lose 

No

We came from 

many hands of  

Trail Blazers;

We never lose 

Stand and deliver 

 strong survivors

We never lose 

Adversaries

Gave our people Scars

Pierced into our flesh

Those Scars are so embedded 

It Weeped down  

When words were 

Unspoken, 

 The Divine have

 Sown his children

 favor  upon  favor

It was  a size as

A Mustard seed

He watched us  grow

Stand and deliver

We never lose control

Stand and deliver

He never forsakes us

For he knows 

 The goal of his  people

Never  to lose 

Stand and deliver

No need 

Put down your

Trigger

Stand and deliver 

We never lose 

From

Adversary bitterness

 To his  scars

We are all healed

Pain

Agony

Confliction

Opts have a lot

To blame 

Keep our level

Essence emotions

Our soul to 

Soul tie

Carry on our 

tribal code 

Tribes  have the 

Integrity

Establish us 

Bless us

Stay alive 

Love ones 

Bind in

Beyond our guide

Stand and deliver

Best to believe, 

We will never lose 

Stand and deliver 

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THE PATENT MASTER VOLUME I:

GROUND BREAKING SHAKESHIFT

THE FOUR HORSEMEN ~ episode 3

THE FOUR HORSEMEN

BY

BLACK ROSE PEARL

ROSE QUARTZ MANIFESTOS

The prey is now the hunter.

He is like the hounds that have tasted blood.

While the blood stains remain on a guilty hunter's hands.

Beast foolishly thinks that he reclaimed the hunter's soul.

The distractions are the multiple books.

The signature compels for us to take notice.

While the opposites of the opposition mark territories

 by rehearsing their ancestors' historical conquests.

While the good wrestles with the evil, 

time shall play its part.

The final hour is the hour 

for all things shall release.

The Four Horsemen.

The White Horse stands on divine justice.

But he refuses either to be marked or misled by a false prophet.

The red horse is the most horrible one of all, indeed.

Ares, combative of the mortal conflicts,

 which the red horse precedes war.

There is about to be 

confusion full straight ahead.

The black horse outweighs the clear, bold truth.

The truth shall declare crimes.

by the enactment of a scale.

The pale horseman resembles the face of a man.

The man shall be granted death.

Within the corners of the earth, 

The four horsemen shall live 

by the sword or die by the sword, 

because man's recklessness 

has made too many unfortunate, 

unwanted, and too many unnecessary

 sacrifices that corrupted the earth, 

where the innocent have to pay the price.

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SPECTRUM SOUND BITEZ

Sanctuary City Serenity: 

A Bridge to Cross

Precious Jam Gemstone 

SPECTRUM SOUND BITEZ presents an audiobook from the collectibles from SPECTRUM WAVE PUBLISHING on Spotify

This prose poem is a rehearsal of a work previously published under copyright in 2025, written by "Black Pearl" and intended as a song by Precious Jam Gemstone, "Sanctuary City One Way “ from the record label: Spectrum Wave Music Entertainment; Sound Music Bitez. 

Black Pearl, the author list of audiobooks on Spotify:

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The Overview of the Piece

This poem is a defiant monologue that explores the tension between biological ("organic", x) and transgender ("inorganic," "XYX") women from the perspective of a biological woman. The central metaphor is "Caution Tape," representing both the societal restrictions placed on women and the speaker's desire to break free from “ Caution Tape,” /backlash/stereotypes. 

The poem unfolds in several movements:

Liberation: The speaker declares her independence from a traditional upbringing, embracing her sexuality, desires, and worth as a woman.

Defiance & Identity: She establishes her "lane"—a complex but defined path involving emotional cycles, pain, and authenticity, contrasting it with what she perceives as the more fluid, multi-lane path of charactered prototypes in women.

The Controversial Divide: The core conflict is presented as an unbridgeable gap in lived experience. The poem suggests that the biological realities of womanhood (menstruation, childbirth, menopause) are a "crucial agenda" that certain women "could relate to, but others could not. 

Reclaimed Tape: In a provocative turn, the speaker, afterwards celebrating her liberation, demands that the "caution tape" should be removed, specifically to mark this boundary, asserting that while all have rights, their experiences are not the same and should not be compared, but we should all be respected and protected. 

The tone is unapologetic, raw, and deliberately controversial, blending personal empowerment with exclusionary rhetoric.

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Black Pearl 

“Welcome to Spectrum Sound Bitez, the podcast from Spectrum Waves Music Entertainment and Spectrum Wave Publishing”. I’m your host, Black Pearl. This is more than a podcast; it's a movement under an unapologetic-unbroken banner—a commitment to the music and the stories that are too real to be silenced.

    Each episode is your curated dose of discovery, featuring tracks from powerful acts like Black Pearl, Precious Jam, and Gemstone. We go beyond the music, bringing you the "Spectrum Wave Media" audiobook versions of the stories behind their hits, as well as immersive narratives from our Spectrum Wave Publishing library. This is the sound of unlimited resistance  (no room for silence). Tune in for a full spectrum of audio entertainment. 

      This is where sound meets discovery!

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Artist: Black Pearl

Narrator: Precious Jam Gemstone

Format: Raw, Uncut Studio 

A lyric clear uncut 

No melody, but a sonic manifesto. Conceived by the poet Black Pearl and given voice by the narrator Precious Jam Gemstone, it is an unfiltered, raw 

 airplay designed to force the audience to focus solely on the weight and rhythm of the words. There are no instruments to soften the blow, no melody to pretty up the meaning. This is the raw core of a controversial idea, delivered with unapologetic clarity.

The entire structure is built on this principle of unapologetic confrontation. The poem intentionally avoids a traditional, harmonious flow, instead using jagged line breaks, abrupt shifts in topic, and stark contrasts to mirror the internal and external conflict of the speaker. It is meant to feel disruptive, because its message is disruptive.