It's a shame when your feet look better than your face.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

With lifeless eyes he forms the south side hand sign.  Represent his neighborhood is all he know.  No remorse for his actions banging on the other side he got his dope in his pocket and his pistol in his waistband.  He pulled his pistol aimed and fired shots with his left hand.  Hot steel spiraled out the barrel of the gun empty shells and bodies hit the pavement.  Elevating the crime rate he celebrates with his homies back on the south side.  Lines of ******* being snorted off the stomachs of ***** with bloodshot eyes they scream south side.
North siders come through gunning automatic weapons being fired screams of ****** echo through the night.  Unable to return fire south siders lay dying with lifeless eyes they form the south side hand sign.
Written Keith Edward Baucum.

Secrets are like hidden treasure waiting to be discovered
Like dead dreams being tucked away
Like the forbidden fruit waiting to be plucked
Like ugliness masked with beauty
Like deception shrouded in sincerity.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

How can they say America is united?
When in truth she is divided into so
many sides so many lines drawn into the sand
Rich vs poor
Republican vs Democrate
White vs black
What ever happened to the American dream?
But then again America was built on division.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

God's greatest creation
A sculpture of pure genius for man to marvel at
A living portrait art made flesh painted across the canvas of the world
Hues of brown
Strokes of red
Dabs of yellow
Dipping his brush in the fabric of space creating the first Ms. Universe.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum.

With the rays of the sun I'll make her crown
With the fabric of space I'll make her gown
With the rings of Saturn I'll make her throne
With the universe for her stage may her reign last forever
Long live the queen.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum