PROM/KING by Saba
Even as a teenager on the East Coast, I so often gravitated to Chicago-area rap. I have been listening to Saba since I had to rely on the 4 train to get to Atlantic Ave-Barclays Center in my high school commute. I think one morning I listened to this song, on repeat, the whole time. Saba is an artist. He is a poet. There is no debate that Saba’s artistic prose isn’t basic hip-hop. This song follows Saba through his teenage years in Chicago, with some of the slang closely resonating to my upbringing. Every time it comes on it sounds like a rainy evening. I am probably exhausted, but I know that the train is about to take me home.
