Mudslide
It's a mudslide freelove style
down the slope of a hill on the back of my neck
It's a genocide, a thousand fires
in Rome, NY I can hear you choke
It's an orgy, lost paradise
circling back into a 69 again
It's a soundwave between Sun-Ra and Coltrane
An abstractionof vibration
and a nation's hesitation
I
nteraction with my factions
No distractions in my actions
