i own the night

the stage was set nobody dare attempt to place a bet tonight was the night we're all met the mic was calling for me as the host called my name rounds of applause there was no moment of pause my time for open mic was indeed for a great cause i felt the energy i felt the electricity i felt the feeling it was my time like the late luther vandross to shine the stage was all mine i spoke about a fallen black puerto rican r.i.p pashad grey lost him to gun violence as i spoke i felt the movement i felt the mmmmmmmmmm i felt the yes it was that moment i knew my poems will take off faster than a runner dashing a 200 meter my night was my night i own the night