I was once at the forefront of the movement Teaching my brothers, teaching sisters of their pride "Up in arms, up in arms, up in arms!" I said I told them gentrifying ba*tards we won't lay 200 years ain't but two things have changed It's safe to say I've had a price upon my head Bobby Ceiling[?] I have made important progress It's safe to say that my glory has fled "Up in arms, up in arms, up in arms!" I say Here comes the baddest man your eyes have ever graced Politicians never see the brown boy starving Like Malcom X, and Martin King, Marcus Garvey In '65 there was a climate for the riots It's '89 and I'm seeing deja vu again The police are always saying "why this senseless violence?" But they'll light the spark and we'll be dry brush in the wind "Up in arms, up in arms, up in arms!" I said Tell me Bobby Hutton that policeman still gets paid [Acoustic interlude] The CIA has stumbled on a ghetto potion It's in my lungs and it's numbed my black emotions My lips are dry my skin is ashy, I need lotion I've still got my gun but I ain't got sense of purpose now I feel weak, I feel weak, I feel weaker than I have before Ain't god an army marching in with me through Hoover's door It's getting late I better find some place where I can sleep My pillow debts I've left unpaid on these West Oakland streets "Up in arms, up in arms, up in arms!" I said This crackhead's pistol pointed at my face [Acoustic interlude] [Humming] [Gunshot!]