we had a blue time working in the fields we are the soul tribe blood sweat and tears we're gonna do things all as we feel we are the soul tribe blood till the end
hello my friend pretty good for me to see you again wipe the sweat 'cause you're still livin' I can hear your voice in the wind
jimi, jimi, where're you at jimi, jimi, you're the cat (who knows) jimi, how'd you funk like that?
fror a small charge you are free to dance to any record that you buy for at least half the price but then there's a dollar figure for every tear we were forced to cry
hey jimi, where're you at jimi, why they wanna do you like that?
blood tears and sweat
rap: yo! tape after tape i'm tired of playing 'em rhyme after rhyme hear how i'm laying 'em black is black - pop music is wack, you see i'm here so now you gotta deal with me from hip-hop to slow drag, that's my culture you're standing there just looking like vultures, just pickin' apart, like it's musical genocide jump back jack, you're committing suicide my funk is fresch, that's why i'm rappin' to it
you're standing there, just trying to clap to it radio's playing all those phoney seducers boy george got picked up by keith sweat's producer what i've been hearing on my radio sounds quite funny and lackodaisical just pick us apart like it's musical genocide jump back jack, you're committing suicide
we had a blue time workin' the fields we are the soul tribe blood sweet and tears drifting on a sea of forgotten teardrops