Blessed San outa Bunga town
Me a tell you say everything nice and clear
Fun under the sun, animal Joe Moocha 
EAR remember dat

Me in a me zone, yo
Walk in a me lane on me own, yo
Come around me way me a go burn you
Me in a me zone, yo
Walk in a me lane on me own, yo
Come around me way me a go burn you
Burn you
Me a go burn you

Me seen whole heap a youth dem gone insane
Cocaine in a dem head why dem a complain 
Sniff some dis and sniff some a dat
Straight in a dem head intoxication in a dem mind
She need ice for do the boog awooga
She say she want me but she love the brown sugar
Kill yourself woman, why you have fi do that
Better than that, you are smarter than that
The youth are the future for tomorrow – why you are fight it?
Young generation them gone junkie
Oh Lord have mercy – Oh Lord have mercy on me
And you bring war upon the street again
And bring guns and bullets on the streets again
And you bring hard drugs upon the streets again
Who mix the youth them and make them zombie?
Chains and shackles, police and thieves
Blood stains, whole heap a we get killed
Can't move in a middle of the night yo
Killer man with a knife him a slice your throat yo
Him a fi slice throat yo

Me in a me zone, yo
Walk in a me lane on me own, yo
Come around me way me a go burn you
Me in a me zone, yo
Walk in a me lane on me own, yo
Come around me way me a go burn you
Burn you
Me a go burn you