Hidden Track

A hidden track is like summer through the eyes of an eight year old.
Like eating ice cream from the bottom of the cone
And when you feel like you've made that airy blue heat your home, your comfort zone
A lemon surpise springs and leaves a satisfying sting in your eyes.

The sweet citrus redolence lingers , settles and
makes my happy a little more happy, my curles a little more nappy and my hip swaying, finger snappin tenor just a pinch more raspy
and I am glad, that the artist blessed me

and left me
with a b r e a k
d
o
w
n in my beat

I am Glad,
Glad that the artist had my back.
and left me
with a hidden track.