Jacob Miller - False Rasta

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 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

Ala ala ala alabama

The time has come ag