Listener - EMotional lyrics

I have a blunt instrument
And I speak bluntly into it
Some call it micro but I happen
To think it's infinite
I put a lot on the table
And we'll see how far it gets
It's good for you
You're gonna sit until you finish it
You've decided my fate with
A phone hanging in
The balance between your ear and shoulder
Why don't I do you a favor and push my
Soft left cheek into your closed fisted rage
While you smolder step right up everyone
I'm handing out pieces of myself
Try and grab for it maybe you'll
Find a peace there for yourself
And when you're tired of hoping
And looking for the answers
Just turn this track up and try
To forget all your cancers
Tugging and burning at your life lines
Pulling you under
Trying to drown water logged mind
Who's fault is it, who cares
We've got bigger fish to fry
The authorities have been alerted
All we can do now is try
But that really won't fix anything we
Need a guarantee on success
I won't stop pushing until I hear
You grab for your first breath
I'm begging to be your
Crutch, your security blanket
Your hot soup on a cold night
Your landing pad, your open ear
I want to be the arms you
Look for to hold you tight
I've found a dry spot to land on
I'm not perfect that's why I've
Been branded a beginner
I've got a big heart to stand on, three
Syllables, one plan, one God, one man
Listener

Now we've all got the internet
But we're blind to the idea
We've been caught in-a-net
It's not like it's an evil
But is it necessary to constantly be
Able to email your people
We're in the age of communication and
I can appreciate it's greatness
But it takes a toll on a nation who
Can't face each other and say this:
Hey your fired, I don't think we should
See each other anymore
By the way I'm pregnant
Here's a link to check out
All your latest scores
I just wanted to drop you a little note
And let you know your being evicted
Hi, I know I'm a stranger, but check
Out my website, make sure your 18
It's restricted
It's your lucky day you've won
A car, don't believe me
How 'bout a vacation
You can now sit at home in your big fluffy
Thighs and order groceries from
The gas station
So when you're tired of convincing people
That you're not here to play
Just turn this track down with hopes
That it will all go away
See I'm a firm believer in practicing
Your beliefs until your feet hurt
But, I don't believe that I have to beat
You over the head until you see dirt
I won't say the words you think I should say
Wearing a catch phrase t-shirt
I'm my own person, I'm not perfect
I don't even mind if you label me a jerk
Using raps as your personal tool is not an
Epiphany that you decided to copy write
So stop pushing sand bags around
My feet, dry your tears
Let's hold hands and fight
And we can start by throwing a few
Dubba yas, wave our gats, techs
Shotties and nines
See I'm just like you, I'm a
Listener, I'm a hit single
I'm your holy beats and rhymes
It's pure insanity how some people literally
Say nothing and always claim vocabulary
And they swear they're the excrement
Hi, my names charmin I'm here
To wipe your profanity