| There’s a season for everything
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| A time for every occupation of the heaven
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| A time for givin' birth
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| A time for dyin'
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| A time for for plannin'
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| A time for uprooted that which was planted
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| A time for killin'
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| A time for healin'
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| A time for knockin' down
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| A time for buildin'
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| A time for tears
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| A time for laughter
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| A time for mournin'
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| A time for dancin'
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| A time for throwin' stones away
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| A time for gatherin' them up
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| A time for embracin'
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| A time to refrain from embracin'
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| A time for searchin'
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| A time for losin'
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| A time for keepin'
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| A time for throwin' away
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| A time for tearin'
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| A time for sewin'
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| A time for keepin' silent
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| A time for speakin'
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| A time for lovin'
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| A time for hatin'
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| A time for war
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| A time for peace
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| So what does a man gain for the efforts that he makes?
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| I contemplate the task
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| 'The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away'
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| Thy horse is a spirit waitin' me near they graves
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| A ghost rider leaps out on the saddle of it
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| Then the horse begins runnin'
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| Upward beyond an orange summit
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| That same horse saddled in my cousin and billions of dozens
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| Before their bones begin crumblin'
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| To their grave from the mother’s stomach
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| Well, my nephew he wrote one
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| To that bowl sun, his mother followed him
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| Way up into the outer realms
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| Where the clouds are crowded wit men
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| At night the goons are prowlin' for gems
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| There’s place for grandparents
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| A far advanced planet
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| Where dreams go, where Kings and Queens souls
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| Where everything seems slow
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| 2Pac moves in that dark, Biggie is seein' at our city
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| It’s misty; |
| Jam Master Jay is in that haze
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| Big L as well, he dwells wit Big Pun in that Kingdom
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| And J. Dillinger and the millions of souls
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| Many more will have to go, reason why? |
| I don’t know
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| You try to stay focus, watchin' for that day approaches
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| You got the coverage of the Lord’s judgment
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| The blood rinse off your soft body
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| Then placed in the arms of your mommy
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| She placed you in a potty
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| Fast forward, you in a staircase in your lobby
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| Watchin' fiends goin' out on apartment 5-D
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| Well I know this crackhead name Brother Lord
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| Always watchin' him huggin' the floor
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| Many get high and many souls have to fly
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| The Bible says we all have to die
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| You look for reasons, I don’t know why
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| This is where the ghetto spirits carve tonight
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| No owls in flight, no sound in sight
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| As we float like a cloud thru the dark light
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| Barkin' of buncha old worn out dogs nobody wants
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| Hounds from hell, the starvin' night haunts
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| The flesh is unveiled, pure spirit unbothered by gravity
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| A body weight to a Godly place
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| Then drift into the internal night
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| As they take the eternal flight
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| They see your majesty, the Gatekeeper
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| The great weepers, the grave’s deeper
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| And the night is frostbit
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| So long back to the darkness
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| That’s enough, your majesty, that’s enough
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| Shhhhh… You’re sworn into secrecy, say no more
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| But Father…
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| No one must know about the hidden door
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| Close the door and move out the way
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| Close the door |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gate Way, artist - Killah Priest. Album song The Exorcist, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп