I wake up in the morning, to a spew of propaganda, what has happened to America,
the land of the free and the home of the brave has become the land of the fee and the home of the slave,
But a preacher will rise, one from the many fallen out, he will use his voice, and with it he will shout, "I'm a God among men, my tongue preaches riches,
But the contented are coming, and there gonna preach stitches,
I will preach what the self satisfied fear, what the leaders resent, and what the outcast need to hear, for the outcast shall outlast, this waves coming on fast, I am just a face, it's the movement on blast,
As the outliers grow, we shall live forever, our stories will be etched in how we are remembered.
Will you be known for sitting when the leader told you to stay, or will you be the conqueror, that stands unafraid, for we remind those leaders exactly what they strayed from, and we make them cower when we show what we are made of. So join me brothers and sisters as I lead into the fight, we may die tomorrow, but we will change the world tonight."

The preacher came to teach, not of religion, but of acceptance, love, and working for a mission. He used his words for truth, where leaders used to lie. He used his words to free, while the leaders used to tie, he fought for the weak, when they couldn't take the strong, he did this and he's done it all along, he understood that a kind word could brighten a day, or that a drop could start a tidal wave. He helped up the fallen, and gave them freedom, on his onward march towards their kingdom. They still call him crazy, they say that he lost it, but listen as I tell you the story of the New Age Prophet.

They needed a leader, so they could take a stand, if one could do so much, imagine what a million can, he finally gave the people something better than gold, the leader gave them a chance to go and break the mold