“DEI Don’t Exempt You”

Back again… second-shift samurai in the booth.

Another fraud hidin’ behind labels.

Let’s talk about it.

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She stroll in slow, actin’ stressed like she burdened,

Whole squad grindin’ hard while she scrollin’, never workin’.

Playin’ victim every shift with them fake-ass tears,

But when the heavy loads drop? She disappear for years.

DEI badge on her chest like a shield from the grind,

Favorite child of the building, but she still behind.

Leave of absence so long it feel like a myth,

Team carryin’ broken pieces shift after shift.

She wanna wear a crown with no effort, no sweat,

We the ones keepin’ order while she’s cashin’ the checks.

Floatin’ on excuses, livin’ life carefree—

But if slackin’ was a sport? She’d be MVP.

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Playin’ victim like it’s art, duckin’ work from the start,

DEI don’t exempt you from pullin’ your part.

Extended LOA got the crew stretched thin,

But she walk around smirkin’ like she always pitchin’ in.

Nah… we see the cracks, the gaps, the facts—

We carryin’ your weight on our tired backs.

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Talk big game but the numbers never match,

Workload lookin’ empty, like she livin’ off dispatch.

First one complainin’, last one touchin’ a pallet,

If effort had a price? She couldn’t make the balance.

Thinkin’ bein’ a woman give her infinite tries,

Like rules don’t apply, like she immune to the grind.

Favoritism so thick it’s foggin’ up the room,

We patchin’ every mess she leaves like a cleanup crew.

She swear she hustles, but she never in the storm,

Chair warm, phone warm, that’s her daily form.

Extended break queen while we deal with the mess,

Tryin’ to keep the place afloat while she’s somewhere at rest.

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Playin’ victim like it’s art, duckin’ work from the start,

DEI don’t exempt you from pullin’ your part.

Extended LOA got the crew stretched thin,

But she walk around smirkin’ like she always pitchin’ in.

We see the cracks, the gaps, the facts—

We carryin’ your weight on our tired backs.

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Every night we fix what she won’t touch,

Repack, reload—yeah, we do too much.

She come back cryin’ “poor me,” actin’ oppressed,

But the chaos she caused got the whole shift stressed.

Pity points stackin’, that’s her full-time job,

While we break our bodies just to clean her slob.

Protected by the system, every flaw gets erased,

But respect ain’t automatic—you earn that in this place.

So here’s the truth with no filter, no disguise:

Real ones grind; fakes hide behind lies.

We hold it down while she ghosts, that’s the recap—

She don’t stand on business—she sit on laps.

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Playin’ victim like it’s art, duckin’ work from the start,

DEI don’t exempt you from pullin’ your part.

Extended LOA got the crew stretched thin,

But she walk around smirkin’ like she always pitchin’ in.

Truth hits harder than a Wu-Tang slap—

We the ones holdin’ down the shift. That’s facts.