Bob Marley & The Wailers — Small axe a.k.a More axe

Why boasteth thyself Oh, mighty man Playing smart And not being clever Working outquity To achieve vanity (if a-so a-so) But the goodness of Jah I-dureth for-i-ver If you are the big tree We are the small axe Sharpened to cut you down Ready to cut you down Sharpened to cut you down Ready to cut you down These are the words Of my master No weak heart shall prosper And whosoever diggeth a pit Shall fall in it (if a-so a-so) And whosoever diggeth a pit Shall fall in it (if a-so a-so) Where there is no wood I said the fire goes on So we have to cut you down Your dry wood Without a doubt These are the words Of my master No weak heart shall prosper And whosoever diggeth a pit Shall fall in it (if a-so a-so) If you are the big tree We are the small axe Sharpened to cut you down Well sharped to cut you down If you are the big tree We are the small axe Sharpened to cut you down Well sharped to cut you down Sharped, sharped