Anthony B - Zinc Fence Jungle lyrics

(Chorus) This one is a village trap/ To those in a zinc fence jungle/ Another gun shot clap/ And everybody just a rush and stumble/ (Luciano) Really and truly, I don't like to see/ The way of the youths, are living today/ They don't read their bibles, they don't even pray/ Oh my God, show them the way/ (Anthony B) Now we ah living in a zinc fence jungle/ Ah where the youth have gun in a bungle/ zinc fence jungle/ some so wicked, them a work for the devil/ In a zinc fence jungle/ Anthony B and Luciano beg you humble/ zinc fence jungle/ if you not clean, youth man you gonna crumble/ Some rise, some fall/ some never rise up, no not at all/ Some hungry, nah stop from yawn/ Mount corner full of white squan, cha Lawd/ They take we, from outta me motherland/ And slave pon dem plantation/ And carry can lift from capture land/ Can't build no continent from no island/ (Chorus) This one is a village trap/ To those in a zinc fence jungle/ Another gun shot clap/ And everybody just a rush and stumble/ (Luciano) Though me tell em fi good/ Put down the d** and tude/ Though happy and bad/ They turn on the heat instead/ Man a lick gun shot/ Shotta fire like rain/ Another youth life gone down the drain/ (Chorus) This one is a village trap/ To those in a zinc fence jungle/ Another gun shot clap/ And everybody just a rush and stumble/ (Anthony B) Now we ah living in a zinc fence jungle/ Ah where the youth have gun in a bungle/ zinc fence jungle/ some so wicked, them a work for the devil/ In a zinc fence jungle/ Anthony B and Luciano beg you humble/ zinc fence jungle/ your heart not clean, youth man you gonna crumble/ Black man from the wealthiest kingdom/ And they use slavery and bring we down/ And left we as poor man in di slum/ Sufferation, there's nowhere to turn/ Luciano won't you help me explain this one?/ (Luciano) Really and truly, I don't like to see/ The way of the youths, are living today/ They don't read their bibles, they don't even pray/ Oh my God, show them the way/ (Anthony B) Now we ah living in a zinc fence jungle/ Ah where the youth have gun in a bungle/ zinc fence jungle/ some so wicked, them a work for the devil/