TASHA – The Best Female Korean (Blasian) Rapper

There are many great rappers and hip-hop artists from Korea as well as of Korean ancestry who are living in other countries including the US and in the European countries.

“T” or Tasha is my personal favorite and she is also considered the best female rapper in Korea.  She is Black/Korean biracial–or, if you will: Blasian (black + asian) – or :  Blorean (black + korean).  Her Korean name is Yoon MiRae.

She, in her interviews, speaks of the prejudice of Korean society against people of mixed heritage, like moi‘s experience in Japan in the 50s and 60s.  Being Blackanese myself, I particularly love this song.  I wish I heard it when I was younger.  It would’ve been my only comfort.  Like her, my only comfort was music when I was growing up.

Tasha Reid / “T” / Tasha / Yoon Min Rae – wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tasha_Reid

This song is called “Black Happiness.’   It is a very touching song, especially made so by the voice of her real-life father speaking to her, encouraging her just after the middle of the song through toward the end.   I copied the lyrics from the YouTube site, posted by doolee10.

Black Happiness

My skin was dark from my past
People used to point at me
Even at my mom Even at my dad who was black, and in the army
People whisper behind my back
Said this and said that
I always had tears in my eyes
Although I was young
I saw my mother’s sadness

seemed like it was my fault
Because of my guilt
I washed my face everytime during the day
With my tears I melt the white soap
I always hated my dark skin
why O why
Does the world judge me
When I hate the world
I close my eyes

I put my soul into the music my father gave me
I feel the volume
And fly higher and higher
Far away
la musique

(When I hate the world)
(Music soothes me)
(you gotta hold on)
(and love yourself)
(When I hate the world)
(Music raises me up)
(so you gotta be strong)
(you gotta hold on)
(and love yourself)

Time passed and I was thirteen
My skin was dark brown
Music doesn’t judge color
They give me light
I lead my music
We lean on eachother
I don’t feel lonely
Then one day
I was given a chance
I held on to my microphone

And suddenly I was on stage
I say goodbye to music and ask it to come back
Then I became nineteen
I have to lie
I put white makeup over my face
They told me to wear a mask
They said my mom’s race was okay
But not my dad’s
Every year my age was nineteen
During times when time stopped

I felt like I was in jail
And I leaned on myself
I spent endless, painful days
I ignored their warnings
And because I missed music
I tried to escape
But no, I got caught
I prayed all night
And now I’m free

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