A month is all you got, but that’s about to stop.
28 days better be enough, nobody cares y’all had it rough.
They brought you over in ships, had some laying in a ditch.
Your mothers and fathers built their empires.
A person, book, or song is what we’re “worth”.
28 days is enough, what more do you want?
They still got us in ships, moving us to and fro.
We go here and there, tethered to one another.
Anything we need won’t be free, we’ll just have to stick it out indefinitely.
The homes we lack, they build for “no photos, please”.
It’s ghetto and hood, it effects all the schools.
The ditches are now traps, set with promises of equality and acceptance.
We keep moving forward, but take 3 steps back.
28 days ain’t enough!