False Rasta - Intellectual

[Intro]

Dread, my people

Hear the voice of the sounds of federation

That's all the gathering of the natty dread

All weakheart shall drop, blood deh!

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 (Uh-huh)

But now that I'm a dreadlocks man

All my friends turn against I

But time has come that they all should fall around

I no check fi fall around, I-ya dread, I-ya dread, I-ya dread

Now they know that that's the truth about I and I and I, and I

Them dread in a this day, I dread, I say freedom amongst myself

That all my bredrin shall see one day that I am a Rastaman

I-ya dread, I-ya dread, I-ya dread, yeah

My parents only want to see me

In some white shirt and neck tie around my neck

I-ya dread, I no defend vanity, my bredrin (Uh yeah)

Don't judge a man by the way he looks

Judge him by its ways ('Cause)

Ala, ala, ala, alabama

The time has come again