Gate Way Songtext / Lyric

(Killah Priest)

There's a season for everything

A time for every occupation of the heaven

A time for givin' birth

A time for dyin'

A time for for plannin'

A time for uprooted that which was planted

A time for killing

A time for healing

A time for knocking down

A time for building

A time for tears

A time for laughter

A time for mourning

A time for dancing

A time for throwing stones away

A time for gathering them up

A time for embracing

A time to refrain from embracing

A time for searching

A time for losing

A time for keeping

A time for throwing away

A time for tearing

A time for sewing

A time for keeping silent

A time for speaking

A time for loving

A time for hating

A time for war

A time for peace



So what does a man gain for the efforts that he makes?

I contemplate the task

'The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away'

Thy horse is a spirit waiting me near they graves

A ghost rider leaps out on the saddle of it

Then the horse begins running upward beyond an orange summit

That same horse saddled in my cousin and billions of dozens

Before their bones begin crumbling

To their grave from the mother stomach

Well, my nephew he wrote one, to that bowl sun

Hs mother followed him way up into the outer realms

Where the clouds are crowded wit men

At night the goons are prowling for gems

There's place for grandparents, a far advanced planet

Where dreams go, where Kings and Queens souls

Where everything seems slow

Tupac moves in that dark, Biggie is seeing at our city

It's misty; Jam Master Jay is in that haze

Big L as well, he dwells wit Big Pun in that Kingdom

And J. Dillinger and the millions of souls

Many more will have to go, reason why? I don't know



You try to stay focus, watching for that day approaches

You got the coverage of the Lord's judgment

The blood rinse off your soft body

Then placed in the arms of your mommy

She placed you in a potty

Fast forward, you in a staircase in your lobby

Watching fiends going out on apartment 5-D

Well I know this crackhead name Brother Lord

Always watching him hugging the floor

Many get high and many souls have to fly

The Bible says we all have to die

You look for reasons, I don't know why

This is where the ghetto spirits cop tonight

No owls in flight, no sound in sight

As we float like a cloud through the dark light

Barking of bunch of old worn out dogs nobody wants

Hounds from hell, the starving night haunts

The flesh is unveiled, pure spirit unbothered by gravity

A body weight to a Godly place

Then drift into the internal night

As they take the eternal flight

They see her majesty, the Gatekeeper

The great weepers, the grave's deeper

And the night is frostbit

So long back to the darkness



That's enough, your majesty, that's enough

Shhhhh... You're sworn into secrecy, say no more

But Father...

No one must know about the hidden door

Close the door and move out the way

Close the door