The Kroger on Piedmont (One Block from the Murder Kroger)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah.
Here we go.
Tenth and Piedmont.

[Verse 1]
The automatic doors hiss open, and it's not a grocery run.
It's a runway.
This is the stage.
They put up the chrome in 1988.
Wrapped the entrance in a neon promise.
A flash of pink and turquoise against the night.
A beacon for more than just bread and milk.

[Chorus]
This is the Disco Kroger walk.
A little dip in the shoulder, a slow push of the cart.
Head held high down the frozen food aisle.
See, we got our own taxonomy in this town.
Down on Ponce, that's the Murder Kroger.
A whole other story, a whole other ghost.
A shadow at our back fence.
But up here?
We dance.

[Verse 2]
The produce section is the VIP lounge.
We're checking the avocados, we're checking the crowd.
A nod to David from the party last week.
A smile to the queen restocking the kale.
We're all just looking for something fresh.
Something that'll last the week.
Under the fluorescent hum.

[Chorus]
This is the Disco Kroger walk.
A little dip in the shoulder, a slow push of the cart.
Head held high down the cereal aisle.
We got our own cartography of dread.
Down on Ponce, that's the Murder Kroger.
Shares a property line, did you know that?
Literally touching.
A ghost at the garden wall.
But in here?
We shine.

[Bridge]
Some places are just a transaction.
A name on a list.
But this place holds the light for the neighborhood.
The beep of the scanner is our percussion.
This is for every kid who needed a safe place to buy rainbow sprinkles without getting a hard look.
For every Saturday pre-game, grabbing a bottle of cheap champagne.
This is our town hall.

[Outro]
Got the milk.
Got the bread.
Got the gossip for the week ahead.
The automatic doors hiss shut.
The walk don't stop.
Still shinin'.