Courtesy of Compton

Compton, California. It was the only place in the world I knew best. I wasn’t what you called ‘rich’ or ‘wealthy’, but I damn sure wasn’t poor either. I had everything I ever needed all because of my sweet and loving grandma, Izzy. She was my angel who wouldn’t dare hurt a fly. But somebody thought it was okay to gun her down in front of her home; little did they know they just started World War III.

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