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’ ademption were tested, 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 ( Season 2, Episode 2)

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

(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.

Monologue: The Bullet ( Season 2, Episode 2)

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

Monologue:

Caution Tape:

Proceed w/o caution tape

(Season 2, Episode 1)

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

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