Tim caffery (02/09/1978 / San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, CA)

Time after time we find a theme
Of people rising to attain a dream 
Like the first shoots to break through the snow
Seeking the freedom of spring, the chance to grow
It wells in a people, an El Niño of change
That some see as unnatural, dangerous & strange
A great storm with unforeseeable potential
Makes the need for protection an absolute essential
Measures are taken to secure possessions 
So dawns a season of police oppression
When the spell of the badge turns to the curse of force
The police will be used to obstruct the coarse
Of democracy and the will of the people
With violent tactics that prove we're not equal
Batons and mace will make way for exposing it
The people's dream of deposing it
The governing body that has become a cancer
If you ask for a cure, the cause is the answer
A government is never really far from the governed
Whether thriving or miserably smothered 
And the police are always fathers and sons
Their just taught to rely on tear gas and guns
The voice of the people send shivers down their spine
And fear turns to violence in their mind
Their pledge to enforce trumps their promise to protect
Civil Rights, anti-war & generally democracy cops are ordered to reject
And they follow orders without any questions
Convincing themselves they're crushing Insurrections
And when their shift is over and they've done their part
The mission of democracy fades from their heart
And the quest for conquest fuels their dreams
From beating blacks to occupiers it's a constant theme
Violent cops are powerless victims simply doing the best the can
That's probably why we call them the generic Man