Zinc Fence Jungle Lyrics - Anthony B

(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 drugs 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/