Induction - Baba Brinkman

These riddles I write

In the middle of the night

Got me livin' alive

With a little bit of spice

I’m not a literal type

So I consider it wise

To deliver the hype

In a critical light

And minimalize

The subliminal — psyche!

If I’m winnin' the fight

And beginnin' to thrive

It’s 'cause I’m not liftin' the mic

And grippin' it tight

To be given a prize

Or fixin' my sight

On a visible height

To legitimatize

My difficult plight

'Cause if I did then I might

Just limit the size

Of my physical flight

And get cynical, right?

Let the pinnacle rise

'Til the minute is ripe

I’ll give it a nice

Welcome when it arrives

At the end of my life

When my differences, like

Reciprocal sides

At the edge of the knife

Together unite