was something else or too little sergius nothing happens it's just another nigga big day. this is my grandson his name was mark an alias is seventeen years old very promising young boy and in one thousand nine hundred sixty came here to los angeles to visit me. from yuba city california. to visit me he was here three weeks and he was shot and killed tens there ready in the morning walking across the street headed for dorsey high school. he didn't have gang. he didn't even know too much about the game as a matter of fact he said to him when i warned him about where to go and where not to go he said grandma. this is america. this is. where we're supposed to be free this is where we're supposed to be able to walk down any street we choose. and the next day a dad doing what he's all. this is right. death is a way a life. and upper management. can you imagine a society where mothers up there in their children instead of their children burying their mothers. were. were were. were . it's ok to cry and have to cry. i had to cry in order to to to keep gone. have to cooperate becaus