Matisyahu - Chop Em Down lyrics

From the forest itself comes the hand for the ax

Split this wilderness listen up this ain't where it's at

Clear a path so that you could find your way back

Chop 'em down, chop 'em down; chop 'em down, chop 'em down

Time flies by like clouds passing in the sky lifetimes hear and gone like the blink of an eye

March through this desert one-step at a time, march through the desert one step at a time

From the forest itself comes the handle for the ax,

Drop the staff Moshe rabbainu split the ocean in half,

March through the desert this ain't where it's at

Chop 'em down, Chop 'em down

Patterns engraved not so easily erased, still wandering trying to find your place

Playing the game I see pain on your face now a day's the yiddin like children sold as slaves

Strange ways running through the maze, strange ways always lost in the desert trying to

find to find your place lost in the desert trying to find your place

Joseph descended sold as a slave,

thrown into a dungeon cause he wouldn't be swayed

Interpreted pharaoh's dreams and Egypt was saved

stock piled food for seven years of rain

then sold to all the nations when the drought came

Joseph rose to power and the yiddin stayed

They started to build and success was made

Pharos getting worried let's make them pay bound in chains

First born was sent down to their graves

Moshe was saved and a prince he was raised

Hashem spoke to him hears a message to relay

Take my Nation from Mitzrayim (Egypt) I see the suffering

Hard hearts ego breaks take sparks and make way

Trail blaze through the wasteland breaking the chains

Last generation just the ruminants

March through the desert leaving footprints

Peel off the lid this is just plastic, get into it, get into it

Heavy hitter stepping solid never quitter jump into the ocean before it split got a jump into it

Rip through Egypt rip through it,

get into it, 600,000 witnessed it, no you didn't forget

In the spiritual desert things are not what they seem

snakes camouflaged just fit the scene

Put your faith in a mirage it's just a smoke screen

The king is sitting on his thrown of glory