Walmart Blues

Clock in, dead eyes under these fluorescent lights,

Blue vest tight, yeah, I’m trapped in this fight.

“Welcome to Walmart,” smile fake, forced grin,

But in my head I’m just screaming: “fuck this shit again.”

Pushing carts in the heat, sweat soaking through my shirt,

Corporate makes billions, I’m broke and it hurts.

Manager on my ass, “stock them shelves quick,”

But when payday comes, the numbers don’t stick.

Minimum wage chains, stuck in retail hell,

Living off ramen, yeah I know that smell.

Customers wildin’, cussin’ out for no reason,

Every damn shift feelin’ like treason.

Fuck Walmart, but I’m stuck in the grind,

Body’s here workin’ but I lost my mind.

Corporate puppets, yeah they pullin’ them strings,

Blue vests, long nights, just for pocket change.

“Clean up in aisle five,” broken glass on the floor,

Kids screamin’ loud while mom wants more.

Old dude yellin’, “this line too slow,”

Like I’m the one that designed the flow.

Cashier life, beep-beep of the scanner,

Headphones banned but I still got a jammer.

Boss says smile, “remember the brand,”

But they ain’t the ones with blisters on their hands.

Overnight shift, zombies walkin’ through aisles,

Fuckin’ fluorescent torture that stretches for miles.

Dreamin’ of escape, but I’m chained by the bills,

Life on rollback, all pain, no thrills.

Fuck Walmart, but I’m stuck in the grind,

Body’s here workin’ but I lost my mind.

Corporate puppets, yeah they pullin’ them strings,

Blue vests, long nights, just for pocket change.

Clock out, back home, still broke as fuck,

Wallet empty but they swimmin’ in bucks.

Prayin’ for the day I can leave this place,

Flip that script, spit bars in they face.

Fuck the corporate lies, “we’re family here,”

Nah, you’re disposable, that shit clear.

They say “smile more, it’s good for the team,”

But I’m stuck in a nightmare, killin’ my dreams.

Grab a mic, spit truth in the breakroom dark,

Say it louder: “fuck Walmart!” spark.

From carts to stockin’, I’ve had enough,

This retail prison made me tough.

Every box I stack, I write my verse,

Every beep at the register adds to the curse.

But one day I’ll bounce, rap money my key,

No vest, no tag, just bars and me.

Fuck Walmart, hear the anthem loud,

For every worker stuck lost in the crowd.

Dreams bigger than these aisles I tread,

Until I break free, I’ll rap instead.