I am no stranger to public transportation. You could catch me complaining about a F train delay (in the same way my father still does) at 11 years old on the way home from middle school. I’ve had quite a few cries on the Q train on the hour-and-a-half commute home from my high school in South Brooklyn. I’ve also had some early mornings and late nights on the Brown Line. Despite moving cities, public transportation is a comforting consistency. Even though a crowded, slow train might be the cherry on top of a terrible day, I often find undeniable peace on my commutes. It is a great time to take a breath, look out the window and listen to some amazing music. The train has always taken me in, no matter my state. This DeJamz is dedicated to the years I have spent on the subway, and the tunes that have accompanied me along the way.
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