BLAQ ROC FORECAST VOL. I

Tyrant’s Covenant:

Tiberius Island

Black Pearl

Blaq Roc Forecast

Spectrum Wave publishing

Copyright@2026

Blac Roc Forecast Vol. 1 trailer portrays a haunting monologue that reveals the traumatic childhood of a retired ,U.S. Navy SEAL,veteran who, under hypnosis, uncovers buried horrors from his past. Adopted into an apparently idyllic middle-class family in 1979, his life behind the picket-fence facade was actually a front for hidden abuse and psychological terror.

The narrative centers on "Tiberius Island," where his adoptive family vacationed—a place that became the origin of recurring nightmares. The story connects his personal trauma to a broader, historical pattern of tyranny, drawing direct parallels to the cruel excesses of Roman emperors like Tiberius and Caligula. It suggests that the cycles of abuse, power, and hidden violence have been repeated throughout history and continue in modern elite circles.

The monologue blends personal confession with historical allegory, exposing how psychological wounds fester across generations and how structures of power often hide dark, exploitative rituals.

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Credit: Published by Spectrum |

Writer: Black Pearl

Blaq Roc Forcast Vol. I

Dark Seed Hebrew:

Children of the chosen ones.

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave Publishing

Copyright@2026

Lost sheep,

Black men,

women,

children

Kindly pick up

Your head and

Your Hebrew feet.

As you walk to

The Creator’s throne,

Bow down before Him.

It is time to

Claim your lineage.

The ones

who were once fooled

With the material,

The tangibles—

That left you in shambles.

Go take a spiritual bath.

Goo head,

Get your mind right, by

Cleansing yourself from your

head down to your toes

, including to purify your soul.

Put your princely robes on.

Let your hair and your skin be natural.

Come in one accord.

It is time to pay homage to the Lord.

It is time to understand

Who you are /

know your wealth

You are the Hebrew

Children of Lion of Juda

You were never a gentile

The Star of David

Son (king Solomon)

Seal of wisdom

We’re drawn from

The sand while we

Held with the sun

at the palm of our hands

The moon landed beneath our

Feet

The creator gave birth

to us in the water.

We are the true chosen ones.

We are the Hebrews.

We were once called Negroes, a name draped over us like a foreign shroud,

Yet we have always been indigenous to the soil of our own spirits.

Now, as we stretch out our tents—

As we pull the pegs from the past and let the canopy catch the new wind—

We no longer stare into the dark pools of Babylon’s nightmare.

We no longer turn our skin inside out, searching for the horrors they tattooed there.

Babylon’s camp is a fading echo, a ghost-tent collapsing in our rearview.

We shake the desert dust from our hems,

And the wind carries it back to the captors’ mouths.

Caveman

Black Pearl by Narrator

Jahmala Downer by lyrics

Jah Lion Music Production

Wazir Wiz Music : Afro beats

Spectrum Wave Publishing

Copyright@2026

A rhythm for the ages, from Jah Lion Music, thanks for the lyrics.

From the broken street, a rhythm born in stone,

Here comes a perfect Storm

From the apocalypse

A man without a face

dress in white ;

Riding his white horse

A course,

He delivers a warning:

Once was a blessing,

It became a man's curse .

While the heartbeat primal,

brutal, and alone.

There stalks a figure, known to all as Kane,

Whose very name translates to acid rain.

Citizen Kane, they whisper, with a curse,

He rides the city like a phantom hearse.

Hands over fist, he takes and never asks,

A sculptor carving masks from broken tasks.

He doesn’t know a better way to be,

For he is what the concrete womb sets free.

He is the son, the son of a caveman.

The lineage is written in his hand.

No clever strategies, no clever guise,

Just fire in the narrow of his eyes.

The name of his game? A treacherous design—

To lie, to kill, to steal, to cheat is the bottom line.

He jumps the fences, cuts the corners clean,

A feral engine, mean and ever-mean.

The worst part of him was, in fact, his best:

A conscience never stirred within his chest.

He shows no shame beneath the city’s lamp,

A predator who feeds upon the camp.

What do you expect from dust and wrath?

He is nothing but the son of a caveman’s path.