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I don't know how the worker was responding cordially while she was dropping f bombs and other obscenities at him and his coworkers.

This would have been the appropriate response once she started talking about nukes and sand niggers:

Black America has failed Ms. Steffans.

She should be a household name; young girls (and much older confused bitches) listing her as a role model; have her own reality show (preferably on the OWN Network); she should be presenting awards at the Kids Choice Awards; accepting invites to the White House as a social media ambassador at the annual Correspondents Dinner; her family should have their own reality show spin-offs; she should be interviewed by Barbara Walters or Charlie Rose during year end specials on television as an interesting/fascinating person.

*Sighs*

Black America has failed Ms. Steffans.

(Rick Ross)
Rich niggas making poor decisions
Rich niggas making poor decisions
Rich niggas making poor decisions
Damn
Rich niggas making poor decisions
All my little homies up in prison
I’m a let you know just how I’m living
I can tell you about the Mach 5
I can show you what them blocks buy
I can tell you about my block ties
I can take you to the far side
Poor decision making plaguing niggas lives
You selling crack up on your momma porch
While she still going through her new divorce
He has a thrill as he raise his voice
When he really need to raise his boys
Young thugs with so much talent
Young thugs having no balance
Young niggas having no fathers
Young niggas catching dope charges
Growing up she said she felt alone
Now she stripping for that pot of gold
Another fish in the bowl
They said her mother never played her role
I heard her mother always on the road
Her mother always wearing gold
Where I’m from, I guess that’s how it goes

Rich niggas making poor decisions
Rich niggas making poor decisions
Rich niggas making poor decisions
Damn
Rich niggas making poor decisions
Rich niggas making poor decisions
All my little homies up in prison
I'm a let you know just how I'm living

(Lupe Fiasco)
The beloved T-Rex says
Grown man bars, it’s something you got to deal with
Whole hand cards, but nothing that you can build with
It sound like bullshit from out a bull mouth
Even a teepee is a full house
Simple shelter keep you out the cold
If we hold it close together, we’ll never fold
Why you letting the devil beat you out your soul?
You don’t believe in God, then at least believe in odds
This house of ours, is just a house of cards
Just without the yards or nice adjacent parks
We was born black, but that shit’ll make you dark
Even with a hand full of hearts
Mind on the club, just to find a little love, my regards
Cause when your P.O.V is poverty, it’s like D.O.C or lottery
That D.O.C be lock and key, for that DOPE bob-and-weave
And that box for boxing free, up out them rings like it was Rocky 3
Caught up in the game now, look at how we came out like “Olly Olly Oxen Free”
Golly why they watching me, yeah, yeah
Poor decided since like four or five, a sugar coated color edibles, instead of building up a habit in them vegetables
Now early 30’s my blood pressure’s incredible
Medical, yeah nigga I’m telling you
Covered in cars over community
Rappers influence your shooting sprees
Turn around and publish bars like “It ain’t got shit to do with me”
Easy to record so ruthlessly
Rich niggas.

Rich niggas making poor decisions
Rich niggas making poor decisions
Rich niggas making poor decisions

(Wale)
Can’t tell you about that H dude
But I’ll tell you about this hate dude
And I’ll show you where they raise the tool
And have a nigga late, or for the labels order Le the shoes
I’m from an era where gold trinkets could buy attention
And the hoes thinking: “might blow your winky for a known emblem”
Label whores who fuck a sale and suck a store
Lust a pearl, who dream a rose, but can’t accord
Or afford a Dodge or a Ford
Where she end up on your knob, cause she has never been adored
Lord help us my generation come to an end
Cause we all selfish, but living shallow, how we gone swim?
I mean really, why should I pretend?
Walk a day up in my tennis, my soul is possessed
I’m repping my set, no matter who posing against
Once I got hot, they only good option to vent.
Rout.
Rich niggas making poor decisions
Rich niggas making poor decisions
Rich niggas making poor decisions

(Lupe)
Aye Ricky, I’m a flip the mission
How about poor niggas making rich decisions?
Poor niggas making rich decisions
That shit right there is more efficient
I think that might be a better description
Poor niggas making rich decisions
Can’t afford them, but you still gone get them
That’s a poor nigga making rich decisions
Buying jewelry but you know you fishing
Yeah
On a mission, hann
Maybe part 2






*Yeah I type it out myself, I don't fuck with Rap Genius*