“UNDER APPRECIATED”

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BIO

“Not only can I see the Big Picture,
I want to own it ! ”

— Mista Nephew

Origins

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Hello all of my fellow thinkers, Innovators, and Shakers ! Welcome to my thoughts, dreams, and aspirations . I have a story to tell the reader as I offer a mere glimpse into my humble beginnings. A story that will more than likely leave a lasting impression giving insight on who I am, who I have become, and things I plan to accomplish .

Born and raised in a city based along the Mighty Mississippi River, I've always been known by my peers as a "good boy" aka a person that goes out of the way to do the right thing. The harsh reality is that in Memphis , Tn doing the right thing didn't always bring good in return. In fact it a lot of times left me feeling broken, betrayed, battered, and often shell shocked. I come from teachings that exalt the golden rule and for those that are unaware of what that rule consist of, it's quite simple; Treat others as you would like to be treated. Simple yet complex.

I am the oldest of 3 from my mother and the second oldest son from my Father of 6. I have a younger brother and sister that I adore and will do just about anything in my power to ensure they are happy, comfortable, and successful.

I attended a few elementary schools within the city metro and stayed in several different apartment complexes with our mother before my brother and I moved in with grandparents. After a few months passed we were sent away to Ludawici, Georgia at the age of 7 to live with my Grandmother's Sister for a short period of time .

Due to the parental dysfunction that took place the city felt my mother was unfit therefore we were removed from her custody. While living in Georgia where we reunited with our mother when she moved to Jesup, a small country town in Southern Georgia . Things seemed back to normal but still seemed a little off and we were sent back to Memphis to live with our grandparents for a short period of time until our aunt took us in. We would then leave north Memphis, Hollywood st. and Shasta and go on to live in the neighborhood we would call home for the next 16 years of our life, Northaven.

My mother was getting cleaned up and she had become pregnant while living in Georgia. She moved to Florida then came back to Memphis to stay over her sister's house for the remainder of her pregnancy. The night her water broke brought in the best Christmas gift any sibling could ask for . In 95' my sister was born on the 24 of December . Even tho progress was being made my mother still seemed to struggle with illnesses leaving her unable to properly nurture my sister in result the only alternative was for her to live with my grandparents . At a young age I pretty much understood how the odds were stacked up against me. Being the oldest I understood the only way to build an empire would be hard hard work. We literally have no one to fall back on. I always felt that if my mother didn't have anything to pass on to her children we would have to fight twice as hard to have a chance at living functional adult lives. Naturally, I found a knack for making money. What ever it took, I knew I didn't want to have to ask for anything .

Mowing lawns in the neighborhood for cash worked for a while but it was seasonal, so at the age of 15 I landed my first job washing dishes at a local mom and pop restaurant near Millington, Tn starting at 5.25 an hour. It wasn't much but it payed my cell phone bill and help buy my brother and I shoes and clothes for school. I'd work doubles on weekends and sometimes skip classes to get a full 40 hour a week pay. Breaking child labor laws and keeping up in school was taboo . Me along with a few others would plead to our boss to work it out and find a way for us to work these types of hours with out anyone getting into any trouble . Couple years went by pay increases and promotions to cooks were inevitable and by my senior year I knew I was one of the most paid kids in my high school along with a few of my associates making 10+ bucks an hour. By then I had been re introduced to hustling, but this time I was on the other end of it . I knew it was wrong but hell I had saved enough checks to invest and double back in profits so I tried it for a couple years while working a legit job.

I graduated high school at 17 because my birthday is in the summer. I wasn't in any hurry to immediately go back to school so I sat out of college, worked odd jobs and hustled in the streets day in and out .

I bought my first car cash money at 17 ... it wasn't anything fancy but I had the title to it. 96' Crown Victoria police interceptor I got painted and had put my own stereo system in it. I felt like a man, but knew some of the things I was involved with were wrong at the same time. I started drinking heavily in between work, hanging out, having random hook ups with different women and smoking. It felt so good to be making money and for once in my life I felt like somebody.

I found out a partner of mine had a small home studio, I needed a plan B so I was interested and knew someday I would grow older and wouldn't want to be street hustling so why not try music . That is when I fell in love with the art of writing a hard 16 bar verse. It was cool but it wasn't generating any income so it came secondary . Times weren't always good and I learned really fast that if I wanted to be grown I had to pay the price. Bills were coming, gas was always needed, I had to feed myself, and the clothes I wanted to wear weren't cheap. I found myself dating this woman I met while in the streets and ended up marrying her and her 4 children when I was 20 years old . I guess I figured since I had left my apartment to stay with her I might as well do the right thing . I stopped street hustling and focused a little more on writing but I didn't take it serious. I was young dumb and full of cum. Long story short that relationship did not work out . She broke my spirit and I felt as if I could trust no one ever again .

By the end of that failed marriage I had already started attending Technical college and reunited with my dad my brother and I hadn't seen in over 16 years . I got to learn who he is by living with him his wife and my other new found younger brothers . Somehow, walking miles to and from class , leaving from one institution to the next taking night courses while working over night, relationship problems, lack of money, lacking sleep, I graduated the college and my professor was so impressed at how focused I remained in hard times ... she helped me land my first paid internship at a structural engineering firm . My boss was so impressed with me he gave me raise after raise until I thought I must be dreaming . My life was seemingly back on track .

I met the new love of my life and I managed to keep the same job for 8 years before moving to Texas. I now work for an MEP Engineering firm and I still practice writing raw 16 bar verses. I'd love to spread a good message through bars full time . Hey who knows maybe someone will think I'm nice. That was a verrrrrrrry brief rundown on where I come from and where I am today. Lots of blank areas and events left out to keep the never ending story, not so long for lack of better terms. Any who if you would like to know more about me . Hit me up . If you need advice and feel like opening up to me . Hit me up .... I may not know it all but I do know a thing or two about sacrifice.

Feel free to check out some of my work . I often update my SoundCloud with new messages. If you feel like you want to hear more or know more about me it's up to you to find out . And if you like me that much share this story with a friend . They may like it as well . I AM MISTA NEPHEW
Stay true to who you are . Thank you