SOUND BOOTH I was taught to hate myself Hallucinate to escape myself Stayed high for seven years On saline overdoses From the salt in my tears Sucked on every crime pipe The 'hood had to offer Dying for a love I never knew My body grew But not my view of the world Denial my reality Chaos my sanity In and out of captivity The stank of jail on me I was ready willing wishing to die Waiting on the corner for bullets to fly I loved that high That fast dance with suicide But my fear of rejection had me Running in the wrong direction From my own true reflection Immune to dissection But "That's not like me" anymore "The next time" is now I'm spitting straight from the core Of my being finally seeing Who I really am and more I step into my dreams Through a wide open door Then meditate on visions Beyond the block where I got shot I kick back in a comfort zone Expanded by my own thoughts Where my mind can re-align With my desire for higher truth What didn't kill me Free'd the real me Now I rock the sound booth. -Daniel Cacho