| Yo man, hit me with one of those funky baselines | 
| One baseline at a time | 
| The sun takes a bow for a day well lit | 
| Next act is night with an audience of brothers and sisters | 
| Havin' a celebration of sorts | 
| Meetin' one another, hopin' soon to be lovers | 
| Sisters have always fascinated me | 
| The many shades, the many sizes and features | 
| Such a wide variety of African women | 
| Sometimes leaves me frustrated and speechless | 
| I try not to admire what I can’t obtain or have | 
| Things beyond my reach, don’t exist to speech | 
| Seein' how I’m a bit shorter than the average man | 
| I patiently wait for someone I can reach | 
| Many sisters don’t understand my style | 
| I live my life in an outcast tribe | 
| A tribe that strives to see a brighter day | 
| I foresee that I’ll walk with closed eyes, until dawn | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Rejection is a fear of mine, for one reason or another | 
| But I still asked for a date with this woman | 
| She said, «No», I said,"Oh" | 
| I forgot there’s a gap between the richer and the poorer po' | 
| Slowly, all the shades, sizes and features | 
| Became less different and more the same | 
| Except a certain female with all new features | 
| But I knew not her name | 
| By this time the sun was preparin' | 
| For another appearance, the sky was pure red | 
| The night grabbed the moon and soon | 
| The darkness, yeah, was almost dead | 
| The sky now is orange and the night | 
| Has left the stage with curtains open wide | 
| And the bright sun yawns to signify a glorious bright new day | 
| The glorious day that I would meet, who? | 
| Dawn | 
| The natural dread also of the outcast tribe | 
| Knowledgeable enough to understand my style | 
| And as we kiss in the name of rejection | 
| The sky looks at us and warmly smiles | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads | 
| Yeah, the dread symbolizes the natural growth | 
| Of not just the hair, but also of the mind | 
| And also the bond that keeps us in love | 
| The struggle enhances that bond, throughout time | 
| When I see her, I see life | 
| The vast scope of life in her eyes of no wrong | 
| Faith plays a big ass part, I’m still kinda young | 
| But I could feel, I could really run with dawn | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the, dawn of the, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads | 
| It’s a brand new song by Arrested Development | 
| Entitled 'Dawn Of The Dreads', I hope you enjoy it | 
| But all you can do now is put both feet up in the air | 
| And swing 'em back and forth to the music, thank you | 
| I say, dawn of the dreads | 
| I say, dawn of the dreads | 
| I say, dawn of the dreads | 
| Dawn of the dreads |