Up In Arms - Ver 2
- Bhi Bhiman
Key: auto auto ·
Orig: auto ·
Capo:
·
Time: 4/4 ·
check_box_outline_blankSimplify
chord-pro
www.khmerchords.com/chords/292138
There was a formatting error in your song. Please check for missing brackets or invalid structure.
Intro
Db F Gb Db Gb Db Eb 2x
Verse 1
Db Ab Bbm Ab
I was once at the forefront of the movement
Fm Ab Db Ab
Teaching my brothers, teaching sisters of their pride
Db Ab Bbm Ab
"Up in arms, up in arms, up in arms!" I said
Fm Eb Db Ab
Here comes the baddest man your eyes have ever graced
Db Ab Bbm Ab
200 years ain't but two things have changed
Fm Ab Db Ab
It's safe to say I've had a price upon my head
Db Ab Bbm Ab
Bobby Seale and I have made important progress
Fm Eb Db Ab
It's safe to say that my glory has fled
Chorus
Db Ab Bbm Ab
"Up in arms, up in arms, up in arms!" I say
Fm Eb Db Ab
Here comes the baddest man your eyes have ever graced
Db Ab Bbm Ab
"Up in arms, up in arms, up in arms!" I say
Instr
Fm Eb Db Ab
Verse 2
Db Ab Bbm Ab
Politicians never see the brown boy starving
Fm Eb Db Ab
Like Malcolm X, and Martin King, Marcus Garvey
Db Ab Bbm Ab
In '65 there was a climate for the riots
Fm Eb Db Ab
It's '89 and I'm seeing deja vu again
Db Ab Bbm Ab
The police are always saying "why this senseless violence?"
Fm Eb Db Ab
But they'll light the spark and we'll be dry brush and the wind
Chorus
Db Ab Bbm Ab
"Up in arms, up in arms, up in arms!" I said
Fm Eb Db Ab
Tell Bobby Hutton that policeman still gets paid
Acoustic interlude
Db F Gb Db
Gb Db Eb Gb
Db F Gb Db
Gb Db Eb Gb
Verse 3
Db Ab Bbm Ab
The CIA has stumbled on a ghetto potion
Fm Ab Db Ab
It's in my lungs and it's numbed my black emotions
Db Ab Bbm Ab
My lips are dry my skin is ashy, I need lotion
Fm Eb Db Ab
I've still got my gun but I ain't got sense of purpose now
Db Ab Bbm Ab
I feel weak, I feel weak, I feel weaker than I have before
Fm Eb Db Ab
Ain't got an army marching in with me through Hoover's door
Db Ab Bbm Ab
It's getting late I better find some place where I can sleep
Fm Eb Db Ab
My pillow debts I've left unpaid on these West Oakland streets
Chorus
Db Ab Bbm Ab
"Up in arms, up in arms, up in arms!" I said
Fm Eb Db Ab
Here comes the baddest man your eyes have ever graced
Db Ab Bbm Ab
"Up in arms, up in arms, up in arms!" I said
Acoustic interlude
Fm Eb Db Ab
Humming
Db F Gb Db
Gb Db Eb Gb
Db F Gb Db
Gb Db Eb Gb
Instr
Db F Gb Db
Gb Db Eb Gb
Db F Gb Db
Gb Db Eb Gb
Humming
Db F Gb Db
Gb Db Eb Gb











