Made a quick beat and wrote a quick jam for Halloween.

A quick little poem spit during this quarantine.

BC drives in Houston releasing the feelings on the current pandemic we're living through.

This track was written and recorded December 23rd 2015 while I was stuck home with a broken ankle. The heavy news at the time was unarmed black men getting killed by police all over the country; most of the time the cops were not getting arrested for their actions of murder...this was my response, and things haven't changed much. Champagne pops To kill the pain like cops slaying another black teen STOP unnamed unarmed keep’em in chains, hoodies and barbed wire fences lock’em in a yard like a dog that’s reckless protect us not by fear and force We here have lost our hopes in high courts our justice has faults they’re playing like sports fussing and fighting knighted for lost bodies if it’s night, toss the body in the ditch and unload a clip in the kid for giving lip like he did He spoke up to the limp dick bitch with a badge How can we fight a battle that’s matched unfair? dispatched send more units like flair they fire them up hired, tenured, retired for what? who are they serving when they’re programmed like servents to focus their purpose on numbers to hurt us? quota counting, donut eating, soda drinking hounds round’em up, the innocent victims, throw’em in the pound they get paid by weight scale’em, skin’em ‘they've been failing from the beginning, it’s their fate’ so they wail’em and kick’em they’ve been ailing from the sickness and they can’t escape this viscous cycle is vital to life the squad has their rifles and they’re ready to shoot tonight loot your life loot for life i got no loot i got no life we need roots like Toby’s trife it’s trite it’s like “It’s normal, right?” it’s regular news, it’s just everyday life From ISIS to Ice Kids PD to Vice Grips Mike Tyson can’t fight this violence from night Crips Blood drips down a telephone pole Not even ET can make his call home stop the violence stop the greed they’re both a by-product from watching capitalist TV factual viewings of refugees left by society grant Immunity, Amnesty, freedom from tyranny tiredly I ironically am tired of fighting too but lately I’ve noticed that it frightens you get off your fucking couch and demand back your liberties unite together, Black, White, Syrian, Mexican, Any oppressed alien of any thespian ally All of US make a statement that 99% is done with this shit stop killing us with blood money you dumb prick cuz this private dick will slip into slit and bust some shit I’m a fucking gumshoe stuck on my heels but your hands up, cuz im gunning for real Buca Buca boo buca, bu buca buca blah If ultimate peace is the answer? why do we listen to bullying banter even schools are eliminating antlers we should be hopeful for no postal disasters you cannot achieve peace with war as the answer animosity will brew under nervous laughter cuz they’re plotting revenge to avenge ancestors they’re invested we're conflicted ive protested, and i’ve shifted I’ve been lifted, i’ve been level, i’ve been balanced and i’ve been disheveled the devil tests our treble with our actions how we act in trouble with our tactics if we’re attacking or practical acting logical with coherent thoughts is rational passionate proletariat they capture white flags from territories terror and gory im better with glory an inventor of underdog stories 30 plus years with a hustle historians ruffle through pages like “His story is outrageous, right?” courageous i’ve jumped through flames and made it i’ve played the game and changed it chained and been in cages change is in the wages trains have been raided i’ve reigned as a sovereign tasteless ruler but ive seen the light in being selfless is cooler ive worn many masks ive done many tasks and if had many people ask “Why I Roam?” I want a universal home from Key West to New York to Miami to Rome Texas, Vegas, Barcelona, Madrid We’ve finally made it like cajuns and pagans slayed many demons accept the peace kid respect to each kid

B.C spits a 2020 piece and asks the audience to contribute stories and send them to [email protected]

It’s Elementary Winthrop where i Win throw up Migrains crushing my skull to no end running to the rest room graduate into mushrooms dangers in the next room manger haven, next moon My favorite thing to do is Doing nothing talk a little shit, play stick ball or running--- ---to the corner, playing hey mister Manhunting to dinner, playing school skipper Jack the Ripper, Grim the reaper bricks through a windshield of the women beater teenager waging wars, pagers going off dating little whores, late first period, aborting baby talk Sex ed lessons, head next session stressing over bush and Gory elections how much you benching? friday night mescaline saturday wrestling Monday test, i’ll pass guessing Messed up, scholar-slave-ships students to NCAA’s Every meeting starts with my name and the addiction I play they’re all ears like dumbo’s a circus full of rodeo’s high, I’m eating oreo’s wash it with a 40 - yo same sad story - street kids do hardly a consistent crew (pause) too many soldiers lost to the shit we do… It’s elementary All the kids yelling ally kids fighting all the kids running all are uniting All that I see Always keep fighting all the kids running ally kids unite Universally we’re at universities debt to my knees rolling up trees blowing breezes out from the vanilla dutchee mouthpiece bounced to the south to the west keys resting, in nothing more than peace a bottle of rum from the west indies. Indo - I’m like Scrooge McDuck every funeral crying “What the Fuck?” stuck in a K-Hole searching for gold truck breaking down on the side of the road I guess I’ll set up camp with my kerosene lamp free bases stole when the pitcher commits a bag now i can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t do nothing i met a special lady that reminds me “I’m Something" I need a fresh start to control my beat heart one more skip and I might just depart Texting, Texas, mindless sex NYLA’s in the oven and I need to protect my family, damn me rambling. I need to be a boss of this god damned gambling Only risk I’m taken’s on me I need to prove the world I’m more than elementary Damn me, the risk is on me proving more and more, It’s elementary

This track is somewhere around 10-12 years old. I was cleaning up some disc space and found this track called "Spilt Beer". This may have been coming off an alter-ego I was going by when I lived in Albany New York BeerFeet.

Last month I was in San Antonio and found this little rant on my recorder about 9/11 and a shirtless man bathing elephants.

B.C stops by a goodwill before heading to San Antonio from Houston. He picks up a new rig for his recorder and spits some non-sense that began that morning.

Ambassadors by Dilettante Nomad

First part of a conversation with someone with different views on the world.