25 Years
Rude City Riot Lyrics


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Shackled on his jumpsuit through the gates.
It gets better, as it grows deader.
And I'm confident inside that she won't wait,
I wrote a letter, upon letter.

All she wrote back was hate.

Bang bang, pull the trigger shot you down.
Now you're bleeding on the ground.
Bang bang, pull the trigger shot you down.
Bullets flying all around.
Bang bang, pull the trigger shot you down.
Now you're buried under ground.
Bang bang. Bang bang.

And I woke up Sunday broke, whoa oh,
No money I own, whoa oh.
I load my pistols in my waist.
And they say a rude boys got no soul, whoa oh,
And now I pay, whoa oh,
For 25 years less a day, whoa oh.
Here I stay.

Recalling the actions of that day,
My mind's foggy,
It's still groggy.

In the gas station at midnight I proclaimed,
Yo dummy! Gimme the money!
They got me blocks away.

Bang bang, pull the trigger shot you down.
Now you're bleeding on the ground.
Bang bang, pull the trigger shot you down.
Bullets flying all around.

Bang bang, pull the trigger shot you down.
Now you're buried under ground.
Bang bang. Bang bang.

And I woke up Sunday broke, whoa oh,
No money I own, whoa oh.
I load my pistols in my waist.
And they say a rude boys got no soul, whoa oh,
And now I pay, whoa oh,
For 25 years less a day.
Here I stay.

Bang bang, pull the trigger shot you down.
Now you're bleeding on the ground.
Bang bang, pull the trigger shot you down.
Bullets flying all around.
Bang bang, pull the trigger shot you down.
Now you've buried under ground.
Bang bang. Bang bang.

And I woke up Sunday broke, whoa oh,
No money I own, whoa oh.
I load my pistols in my waist.
And they say a rude boys got no soul, whoa oh,
And now I pay, whoa oh,
For 25 years less a day.
Here I stay.

Having been found guilty of the charge of first degree murder by a jury of your peers, you are hereby sentenced to serve, one life term, one life term, one life term, guilty of the charge of first degree murder, one life term.





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Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Rude City Riot's song "25 Years" depicts the story of a man who has been incarcerated for 25 years after committing a murder. The beginning of the song describes the man's shackled jumpsuit as he enters the prison gates, with the anticipation of the lifeless environment inside. He knows his significant other will not wait for him, so he writes letter after letter to her, only to be met with hate in return.


In the chorus, the listener hears the man's internal struggle as he deals with the consequences of his actions. He wakes up on a Sunday, without money to his name, and loads his pistols into his waistband. The lyrics mention that "they say a rude boy's got no soul," indicating that he is struggling with his own conscience and the guilt of his crime. The chorus repeats the phrase "bang bang, pull the trigger shot you down," emphasizing the violence of his past and how it haunts him.


As the song progresses, the details of his crime are slowly revealed. He held up a gas station and demanded money, only to be caught blocks away.


The haunting voice at the end of the song is the voice of the judge, reading the man's sentence of life in prison for first-degree murder. "25 Years" tells a story of the consequences of violence and the internal struggle of one who has committed a crime.


Line by Line Meaning

Shackled on his jumpsuit through the gates.
He is a prisoner being led out of the court while wearing an orange jumpsuit.


It gets better, as it grows deader.
The environment in the prison grows more desolate and he becomes more used to it over time.


And I'm confident inside that she won't wait,
He is sure that his significant other will not stay with him while he's in prison.


I wrote a letter, upon letter.
He tried to communicate with his significant other through multiple letters.


All she wrote back was hate.
His significant other only responded with negative messages.


Bang bang, pull the trigger shot you down.
He remembers shooting someone, and the sound of gunshots.


Now you're bleeding on the ground.
The person he shot is now on the ground bleeding.


Bullets flying all around.
During the shooting, bullets were flying everywhere.


Now you're buried under ground.
The person he shot is now dead and buried.


And I woke up Sunday broke, whoa oh,
He woke up on a Sunday with no money or possessions.


No money I own, whoa oh.
He has nothing to his name.


I load my pistols in my waist.
He is armed and ready to do more harm.


And they say a rude boys got no soul, whoa oh,
Society perceives people like him as lacking in morality.


And now I pay, whoa oh,
He is facing the consequences of his actions.


For 25 years less a day, whoa oh.
He is sentenced to serve 25 years in prison minus one day.


Here I stay.
He will be spending his time in prison.


Recalling the actions of that day,
He is thinking back to the day of the shooting.


My mind's foggy,
His memory of the event is unclear.


It's still groggy.
His recall of the event is still hazy.


In the gas station at midnight I proclaimed,
The setting of the shooting was a gas station late at night.


Yo dummy! Gimme the money!
He demanded money from someone at the gas station using rude language.


They got me blocks away.
He was caught by the police blocks away from the gas station.


Having been found guilty of the charge of first degree murder by a jury of your peers, you are hereby sentenced to serve, one life term, one life term, one life term, guilty of the charge of first degree murder, one life term.
He has been found guilty of first degree murder and sentenced to serve multiple life terms.


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A vocalization expressing strong emotion, possibly regret or sadness.




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