Dread, my people Hear the voice of the sounds of confederation That's all the gathering of the Natty Dread All weakheart shall drop, brother!
When I was a clean face man They used to know my name But now that I'm a Dreadlocks man They don't know me anymore
Ala, ala, ala, alabama The time has come again Kings of Kings and Lords of Lords Conquering the tribe of Judah
But now that I'm a Dreadlocks man All my friends turn against I But time has come, that they all should follower I no check fi follower I a dread, I a dread, I a dread
Now they know that that's the truth About I, and I, and I, I, I and I Them dread inna this day, I dread I say free them amongst myself That all my brethern shall see one day That I am a Rastaman I a dread, I a dread, I a dread, yeah
My parents only want to see me In some white shirt and Necktie around my neck I a dread, I no defend vanity, my brethren Don't judge a man by the way he looks Judge him by its ways, 'cause