Prequel

Just another. Immigrant navigating life Ran through the wind with my goals in sight Made it far but the race ain't over, despite The things i went through as a child Yeah i might've been a brat. At least I'm not a rat Came to this country, a young lad. Starting over in a land Where my life would be pulled, east and west Navigating with my chest. Ready for battle, sure tried my best Looking in my reflection a presence was presented Body issues, identity crisis and neglection Starting with the aforementioned My family was disconnected, five individuals being blended Never shredded - like suggested Just a methaphoric reflection Took a toll on my mental Trauma and feeling discontended Put my mask on, prayed to God for and ending Just another. Immigrant navigating life Ran through the wind with my goals in sight Made it far but the race ain't over, despite The things i went through as a child Being young and intact with the opposite energy Sure can give you trouble in a bigoted society Hid myself to please my enemies One day they'll either work for or worship me (On God) Accordingly i let the universe push over me Always the accessory, never the movie lead Always backing down from doing things differently And always their to help or please my white friends needs Been rough, been tough but it strengthened me Middle finger to the ones who wish death upon me Cuz i raised myself to be a boss, independantly Quezta is the name, i know you'll remember me Immigrant navigating life Ran through the wind with my goals in sight Made it far but the race ain't over, despite The things i went through as a child