Not Safe
Your number's come up
Too bad you're fucked
In the wrong place
At the wrong time
Minding your own business
You put up no resistance
Now you lay bleeding
There was no feeling
You handed over the wallet
They just let you have it
On the quiet street
A block from your home
You were stalked
As you walked alone
Sensless death
There's no escape
Even in suburbia
You're not safe
No seguro
Tu número ha salido
Qué lástima, estás jodido
En el lugar equivocado
En el momento equivocado
Mientras hacías lo tuyo
No opusiste resistencia
Ahora yaces sangrando
No hubo compasión
Entregaste la billetera
Ellos simplemente te la quitaron
En la tranquila calle
A una cuadra de tu casa
Fuiste acechado
Mientras caminabas solo
Muerte sin sentido
No hay escapatoria
Incluso en los suburbios
No estás seguro
Escrita por: Eric Eycke / Mike Dean / Reed Mullin / Woody Weatherman