all i gotta do is pull this trigger?

i changed my major to creative writing today ! (: yay me . im claiming my double major of philosophy in fall too . but anyways, i think i wanna start doing short stories -- a series kinda. lets see how it goes.

Part 1

Its just another day in the neighborhood . Niggas decided to act up yesterday so now I got business to handle. Im staring at this man in the mirror. Is he ready ? I gotta be . I got my durag on , i got my bomber jacket , and i got my nine . the epitome of a black man tryna make it in Bronx, NY. killin was never really my thing till i started fuckin with these Bloods . but they do for me so i gotta return the favor.
"Carrington, get yo ass out of the bathroom and come eat dinner!" I wish she would stop callin me that shit. "I told you, its C-hood now mama! Damn." She dont listen.
Ma did her thing on them greens. She always knows how to make a nigga happy.
"Alright Ma, I gotta go."
"So soon? Where you goin baby?"
"I got buisness to handle."
Those words pierced through every inch of her body. Those were the same words my daddy said to her 7 years ago the night he died. She hung her head as she tried to suck the tears back into her sockets. "Carrington, please be smart. I know you grown and everything now and you THINK you know everything but really don't, boy. You don't have to live this kind of lifestyle. You don't have to follow in your father's footsteps."
"Alright Ma, I'll be safe." I wasn't tryna hear all that. I'm a man and i gotta do what I gotta do. I embraced her with a long hug and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I let her know I loved her as I walked out the door. I usually dont do all that extra shiit but today I had to. A nigga didnt know if he'd ever make it back.