LA 2

One more class, one more fake smile, Yo, welcome back... Here’s your schedule. 3AM. 4AM. 5AM. Same damn kid. New damn trauma. Let’s go. Yo I wake up, caffeine mainline, neck's in a brace, Log into Zoom with a h*****e face, Background's fake but my rage is real, Kid's in a diaper eatin’ a Happy Meal. Mom’s off-cam yellin’, “SPEAK CHINESE!!” Meanwhile he’s drawin’ dicks on the screen with cheese. I’m beggin’ this demon to say the word “red”, He says “banana poop!” and headbutts the bed. [Chorus – Mock cheerleader voice] 🎶 LingoAce! We love this place! Where you're trapped inside a Zoom-based cage! Teach with heart! Teach with grace! While we monitor your bathroom breaks! [Verse 2 – Fast, angry flow] They say “log your smiles”, I say “log my a*s,” Kid’s got a katana, breakin’ the glass. Corporate sends me emojis and hearts, While I’m fighting a gremlin who throws Pop-Tarts. They want five stars — for what, exactly?! For the moment I taught while having a nosebleed, tactfully? While the mic broke down, and the screen went black, And the kid [Bridge – Slowed-down rage, à la "Mockingbird"] Yeah, I once had dreams, I once had plans, Now I spend my nights with raisin hands, Tappin’ slides, beggin’ kids to repeat, While my dignity bleeds out at 20 FPS heat. [Chorus – Darker, heavier b**t] 🎶 LingoAce! This isn’t a job, It’s emotional debt and a soul-suckin’ blob! Clap and cheer for a child possessed — Then get ghosted on payday, FML. 🎶 Got assigned six classes in a row, Same three words: “Apple, cat, no.” One kid throws a tantrum, bites the screen, I just smile like I’m d**d inside, squeaky clean. HR’s a void. Feedback’s fake. My spine's gone stiff like a frozen steak. They say “Take care of your mental health!” Then give me ten classes and delete my help. [Final Chorus – Slow, haunting autotune + echo] 🎶 LingoAce... there’s no escape... They’ve replaced my dreams with a booking rate. My smile’s a lie, my laughter’s fear, And I think my student just drank a be