“ She said, Why in the club, you don’t make it precipitate? You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm. I’m like, Why? The world needs sun. The hood needs funds. There’s a war going on and half the battle is guns. How dare I throw it on the floor! When people are poor! So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord- Umbilical attached to a place that can’t afford, no landscaping, or window draping. This old lady told me, If I ain’t got nothin’ good, say nathing. That’s why I don’t talk much. I swear it don’t cost much, to pay attention to me. I tell like it is, and I tell it how it could be.