Master Juba by Jacobdeloakland
Master Juba is a mix of my reactions and reflections after studying American Minstrelsy and its usage of Black stereotypes and Blackface. Minstrelsy manifests throughout all forms of media and touches all corners of the world. They toured with families and communities specializing in caricatures of Black people. Look up the Ethiopian Serenaders and their trip to South America. Look up Master Juba or William Henry Lane. Look up Thomas Rice, AKA the Father of Minstrelsy. We are being mocked through the contemporary media's continual adoption of minstrel-style depictions and references in today's entertainment industry. It hurts to learn this history, but it hurts even worse to acknowledge the impact of these shows and beliefs on the American psyche and how these depictions have persisted and evolved today.
I rapped this track at Oaktown Soul, and they also mixed it! Very grateful for the team over there, including Shawn Fendt and Max Powers.
Tracklist
| 1. | Master Juba | 2:20 |
Lyrics
I smile through the pain
Anxious laughter
Worldwide is my tribe &
Black is the absence of light
May not always be right
But I’ll always stand up
For whats right
always righting my wrongs
To staring right back at the crowd
at you
and
You can scratch me my off your List miss
cuz
This
That.
This that.
shit you can't miss sis
Like, Them doctors tinkering with my inner inklings
Only the necessary and simple things get cut
Big bucks &
Big karma
I read it all while reading dharma
While I was stuck by them Thich nanh s
And Even at a distance, I miss them!
And I feel my palms is too itchy to listen to broke n*ggas with them rich plans
Well-rounded and into houndstooth
You still a clown or a coon
Once you leave them foothills
Hope the book squeals
Like the pork that still need to cook still
So where are your roses at Miss Pat?
Where is the Plot of Land
with forty acres and a mule
I feel like I been a tool,
by the master ain't no fool
Goin' off of my head
like I used like a tooI
and I feel like Im harry nigga
you aint gon vary nigga
Most of you n*ggas is very scary, n*gga
Im Boo radiey to you local niggas
Hesitant with my approach
So I’m scouting out my different routes
Browning salmon in my current life
Dedicated and celebrated
hope my ancestors live twice.
Supported by Master Juba
I hope that you knew,
While Henry lane
Be the lane that you grew,
On
The grass is not greener
You just gotta see,
In between the lines
Like I’m holding up 4 fingers
Like John Cena
You ain’t gone see me twice
I ain’t lying
I'm retiring
Supported by master Juba
Credits
Song written by Jacobdeloakland
Beat by Andrew Bearford
Production: Oaktown Soul
