"Immigrant Parents" is an ode dedicated to those who left everything they once knew so they could pursue a life with less obstacles and more opportunities for the ones that they loved. Though this sacrifice was great, it still did not promise them anything and they still had to work harder than everyone else to break even. The chance of having more opportunities was enough to push them to make the move but in most cases, they didn’t even have a choice. As a first-generation Pakistani American and son of immigrant parents, I try to be thankful every day for the incredible sacrifices that were made for me by my parents. Lyrics: Verse Smoke in the air Sun… set on my lungs See… dirt in my nails, Moon… shine on fingers Something kinda sweet set… Set upon my tongue cuz… Tea might leave my taste bitter But it kept me warm during my winters Heavy threaded sweaters I still feel the weather I might need a little ether They say I won’t feel it either Every step I take is feeling rocky I could feel my soles is torn to shreds, Try to rest but all the days been copies and my dreams just feel like they dead ends… yeah Still I can’t afford to bend I know I needa keep ascending The air is thin I can’t pretend Same feelings they not mending See each time step forth… still feel so behind If I don’t know I once fell… then it might just help me climb? Then it might just help me shine Maybe this all just takes time... Smoke in the air... Dirt on my face... Can’t see the way... but... Chorus Been feeling like the worlds’ coming down on me But I could hold the weight for you Been feeling like there ain’t no place to stay But I could hold a space for you Been feeling like the worlds’ coming down on me But I could hold the weight for you I’m feeling there ain’t no place to stay But I could hold a space for you Written, produced, and mixed by Ahmed Kazmi (@ahmedxkazmi) Additional Mixing + Mastering by Carl Rushing (@gemstarpro) Artwork Graphic Design by Yusuf Kazmi (@cckase) Artwork Photography by Foster K. White (@fkwhite_)