Same Mentalities
Same Mentalities Yeah, I made this track because I'm sick of the lies. I'm scrolling through the news, through YouTube, and I see the same hypocrisy on a loop. Y'all are out here in 2025, still on my people's land, preaching about "the land of immigration" and "freedom and justice for all," while you're actively building segregated towns and drawing lines in the sand. You're posting videos bragging about it like it's progress. It's not progress. It's the same old colonial sickness with a new filter. This song is me calling out the contradiction. You can't claim this is a nation of unity while you're practicing the same segregation you supposedly fought against. If you want to wall yourselves off from each other, then you've missed the entire point of being here. So if you have a problem with this truth—if the fact that I'm calling out your "same mentalities" bothers you—then the solution is simple. Take a plane or a ship and go back to whatever country your ancestors came from. Go segregate yourselves over there. Don't do it on Turtle Island while pretending to stand for what America claims to be built on. This is why I will never call this place America. And I will never call myself an American. I am a Mohawk-Dutch person. This is Turtle Island. I am a Turtle Islander. I am not one of you. #AggressiveRap #GangsterRap #FastRap #BoomBap #HardcoreHipHop #MenacingFlow #StraightFire #TruthRap #ConsciousHipHop #EastCoastRap #MohawkStyle #TurtleIslander #LandBack #Decolonize #SameMentalities Yeah… It's the Year 2025 and we still talkin’ segregation? Y’all missed the whole lesson. Listen up. Yeah, this is just stupid, y’all yellin’ and fightin’, Pointing’ fingers, drawing’ lines, actin’ like it’s righteous. Segregated towns, black and white divided, Didn’t we march for unity? Now y'all right back practicing it again. Everybody’s melanated, don’t you see the science? Even so-called “white” got melanin in silence. You preachin’ equality but practice defiance, Your “community pride” just modern alliance. I’m Mohawk Dutch, yeah, that bloodline tough, We built bridges, not walls, when times got rough. We made peace where the world made war, Now you out here rebuilding’ the same old scars. Same mentalities, y’all still carry, Talk about freedom but the truth gets buried. Land of the free? Nah, that’s a parody, Still actin’ out your ancestors’ clarity. Same mentalities, it’s hereditary, Preach immigration, and all while practicing segregation. If you want walls, go back overseas, ’Cause this Native land ain’t built on these. Y’all braggin’ “land of the free,” “land of the brave,” But you still building’ cages and drawing’ the same graves. Yellin’ “immigration nation” while you shut your gates, Man, the contradiction’s somethin’ I can’t take. Go hop on a airplane, or take a ship, find your roots, While you at it, give the land back, pay your dues. My people bled on this soil you abuse, Now you play the victim when truth cuts through. We had Mohawk and Dutch building’ peace side by side, Biracial towns where cultures collide. No segregation, just life unified, While you out here tearin’ what we tried to provide. Yeah, I seen them comments on YouTube, man, And honestly, I don’t feel better ’bout none of y’all, understand? Not the white colonizers, not the black community, ’Cause hate in your hearts ain’t building’ unity. Y’all say, “But white people do it!” like that’s the excuse, But that don’t make you better — it just tightens the noose. You actin’ out the same pain that you claim you fight, Just switchin’ faces, keeping’ hate alive in the light. You can’t call out oppression while you doin’ the same, You just changin’ the label, not the game. If your justice looks like their shame, Then you’re part of the problem — not the change. You can’t call it “land of immigration” While you still building’ separation. Y’all contradict yourselves in every statement. We lived the unity you only imitate, man. So don’t tell me to forget the pain, When history bleeds through every name. ’Cause you still think the same — You just changed the frame. Same mentalities, they never gone, Still tryna own what they stood upon. We ain’t forget — we carry on, Mohawk Dutch blood, yeah, we strong. Same mentalities, don’t belong, On Turtle Island, we right the wrongs. This ain’t hate, this is truth in song — Time to wake up, the sleep’s too long. Yeah… let me say one last thing before this beat dies out. Everybody keeps talkin’ about “melanated towns,” for “people of color,” like that’s supposed to mean something new. But here’s the truth — everybody got melanin. There ain’t a single person on this planet without color in their skin. White is a color. Olive is a color. Tan, brown, black — they’re all colors, all shades of the same design. So stop actin’ like “people of color” means “only Black Or Brown.” That’s not unity, that’s exclusion with a prettier name. You wanna talk about color? Then talk about all of it — every shade, every tone, every ancestor. ’Cause the minute you start leavin’ people out, you’re doin’ the same thing the colonizers did — just with a different flag, a different face, a different excuse. We’re all melanated. We’re all people of color. And until the world realizes that truth, y’all just keepin’ the same mentalities alive.
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Same Mentalities Yeah, I made this track because I'm sick of the lies. I'm scrolling through the news, through YouTube, and I see the same hypocrisy on a loop. Y'all are out here in 2025, still on my people's land, preaching about "the land of immigration" and "freedom and justice for all," while you're actively building segregated towns and drawing lines in the sand. You're posting videos bragging about it like it's progress. It's not progress. It's the same old colonial sickness with a new filter. This song is me calling out the contradiction. You can't claim this is a nation of unity while you're practicing the same segregation you supposedly fought against. If you want to wall yourselves off from each other, then you've missed the entire point of being here. So if you have a problem with this truth—if the fact that I'm calling out your "same mentalities" bothers you—then the solution is simple. Take a plane or a ship and go back to whatever country your ancestors came from. Go segregate yourselves over there. Don't do it on Turtle Island while pretending to stand for what America claims to be built on. This is why I will never call this place America. And I will never call myself an American. I am a Mohawk-Dutch person. This is Turtle Island. I am a Turtle Islander. I am not one of you. #AggressiveRap #GangsterRap #FastRap #BoomBap #HardcoreHipHop #MenacingFlow #StraightFire #TruthRap #ConsciousHipHop #EastCoastRap #MohawkStyle #TurtleIslander #LandBack #Decolonize #SameMentalities Yeah… It's the Year 2025 and we still talkin’ segregation? Y’all missed the whole lesson. Listen up. Yeah, this is just stupid, y’all yellin’ and fightin’, Pointing’ fingers, drawing’ lines, actin’ like it’s righteous. Segregated towns, black and white divided, Didn’t we march for unity? Now y'all right back practicing it again. Everybody’s melanated, don’t you see the science? Even so-called “white” got melanin in silence. You preachin’ equality but practice defiance, Your “community pride” just modern alliance. I’m Mohawk Dutch, yeah, that bloodline tough, We built bridges, not walls, when times got rough. We made peace where the world made war, Now you out here rebuilding’ the same old scars. Same mentalities, y’all still carry, Talk about freedom but the truth gets buried. Land of the free? Nah, that’s a parody, Still actin’ out your ancestors’ clarity. Same mentalities, it’s hereditary, Preach immigration, and all while practicing segregation. If you want walls, go back overseas, ’Cause this Native land ain’t built on these. Y’all braggin’ “land of the free,” “land of the brave,” But you still building’ cages and drawing’ the same graves. Yellin’ “immigration nation” while you shut your gates, Man, the contradiction’s somethin’ I can’t take. Go hop on a airplane, or take a ship, find your roots, While you at it, give the land back, pay your dues. My people bled on this soil you abuse, Now you play the victim when truth cuts through. We had Mohawk and Dutch building’ peace side by side, Biracial towns where cultures collide. No segregation, just life unified, While you out here tearin’ what we tried to provide. Yeah, I seen them comments on YouTube, man, And honestly, I don’t feel better ’bout none of y’all, understand? Not the white colonizers, not the black community, ’Cause hate in your hearts ain’t building’ unity. Y’all say, “But white people do it!” like that’s the excuse, But that don’t make you better — it just tightens the noose. You actin’ out the same pain that you claim you fight, Just switchin’ faces, keeping’ hate alive in the light. You can’t call out oppression while you doin’ the same, You just changin’ the label, not the game. If your justice looks like their shame, Then you’re part of the problem — not the change. You can’t call it “land of immigration” While you still building’ separation. Y’all contradict yourselves in every statement. We lived the unity you only imitate, man. So don’t tell me to forget the pain, When history bleeds through every name. ’Cause you still think the same — You just changed the frame. Same mentalities, they never gone, Still tryna own what they stood upon. We ain’t forget — we carry on, Mohawk Dutch blood, yeah, we strong. Same mentalities, don’t belong, On Turtle Island, we right the wrongs. This ain’t hate, this is truth in song — Time to wake up, the sleep’s too long. Yeah… let me say one last thing before this beat dies out. Everybody keeps talkin’ about “melanated towns,” for “people of color,” like that’s supposed to mean something new. But here’s the truth — everybody got melanin. There ain’t a single person on this planet without color in their skin. White is a color. Olive is a color. Tan, brown, black — they’re all colors, all shades of the same design. So stop actin’ like “people of color” means “only Black Or Brown.” That’s not unity, that’s exclusion with a prettier name. You wanna talk about color? Then talk about all of it — every shade, every tone, every ancestor. ’Cause the minute you start leavin’ people out, you’re doin’ the same thing the colonizers did — just with a different flag, a different face, a different excuse. We’re all melanated. We’re all people of color. And until the world realizes that truth, y’all just keepin’ the same mentalities alive.
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