Blue Vest, Red Line

[Verse 1]
Clock in, blue vest, name tag crooked
Manager say "smile," I say "bet," but I’m fumin'
"Price check!" screamin' from the back like a siren
Lady at self-check still arguin' with the scanner, wildin'
"Sign say two for five!" but it’s last week’s flyer
You slam your cart, I swallow my fire
You on the phone, but you snappin' those fingers
Like I’m invisible, still the one that lingers
Kids in aisle nine rip open the candy
Parent just shrug like, "Ain’t that handy?"
I’m baggin' eggs on the edge of a breakdown
You tossin' coins like you king of this ghost town
[Chorus]
Welcome to Kroger, where your patience dies
Where they cuss us out over ten-cent price
Where a blue vest feel like a battle disguise
Yeah, we ring you up while we dead inside (dead inside)
Welcome to Kroger, where the line don’t move
Where they throw that trash attitude at the crew
We clock in, clock out, just tryna survive
You shop for an hour, we age five lives
[Verse 2]
Express lane sign say "ten items, maybe"
You roll up with a whole month's groceries, baby
"Can you ring 'em separate? I got coupons too"
Now my soul loggin' off while I smile at you
You blame me ‘cause you forgot your card
You mad at me ‘cause your day been hard
Returnin' half the cart ‘cause you changed your mind
And leave it on the belt like I got spare time
You spill milk, walk off, don’t say a word
We mopin' up messes like it’s what we deserve
Restroom sign say "out of order," still you poundin' the door
Then ask me "why it’s broke?" like I built the floor
[Bridge]
I ain’t your therapist, I ain’t your maid (nah)
I’m just tryna make this hour wage
You throw your anger on my lane like trash
I’m stackin' trauma with this stack of bags
I’m a real person in this cheap-ass shirt
Got a whole life past this checkout hurt
You see a barcode, I see a long night
You see a store, I’m just tryna get right (tryna get right)
[Chorus]
Welcome to Kroger, where your patience dies
Where they cuss us out over ten-cent price
Where a blue vest feel like a battle disguise
Yeah, we ring you up while we dead inside (oh yeah)
Welcome to Kroger, where the line don’t move
Where they throw that trash attitude at the crew
We clock in, clock out, just tryna survive
You shop for an hour, we age five lives
[Chorus]
Welcome to Kroger, where respect run low
But we still show up for this broke-ass show
Scan, bag, "have a nice night" lie
You walk out the doors, we just sigh inside
Welcome to Kroger, this our frontline view
If you only knew what we goin' through
So tip your head, keep your temper in check
‘Cause we one bad day from leavin' this wreck

rap, Dry, head-nod boom-bap with gritty drums and a lazy swung hi-hat pocket; male vocals up front, conversational and biting. Sub bass stays round and steady, piano stabs on the two and four. Hook widens with shouted gang vocals and call‑and‑response ad-libs, bridge strips to drums and bass for a confessional feel before the final chorus hits hardest.