It was the most important performance of my lifetime. This years competition is being shown under the limelight. This was supposed to be the moment where I shine bright. Instead, my rival is the one being talked about in the typewrite. Well I can’t just let that ruin my whole life, right? Sore loser has never been me and my kind mind has light time for envy which means I’m checking the tape to find the exact moment where I lost. Empty out old strategies that failed to find some better cost because I won’t accept this loss turning me into an outcast away. Second place is not first so it must be last, the placement where I’m not staying. I’ll stay on the fckn grind & sway the judges votes next time. Now I will only gain. As God as my witness, I will never go hungry as a loser again. Winner winner; chicken dinner.