Master Juba

by Jacobdeloakland

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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.

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.

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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

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