Seventeen Years Young

A prophet amidst the prophecy,
Luck is on your side.
I am here to save the working ears from politics and media,
It is up to the ears to hear.

Words from one man to another will be our arsenal.
The truth is revolution and the lie is a whip,
To be true is to be free from slavery.
To Lie is to comply with fate.
But its fate?

Fate is decided by the man who wins,
The loser must comply with fate.
Born to follow fate,
Oh to be raised as a man who lives his own fate.
Is Thought all that is needed to free one of fate?

Action is the ammunition,
Thought is the vessel that wields action.