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 My father came from  in 1905
 He was 15 when  immigrated from Japan
 He worked until he was able to buy - to  build a store
 
 Let me tell you the story in the  of a dream,
 I don't know why I have to tell it but  know what it means,
 Close your eyes,  picture the scene,
  I paint it for you, it was World War II,
 When this man named Kenji woke 
  was not a soldier,
  was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA,
 That day,  crawled out of bed like he always did,
 Bacon and eggs  wife and kids,
 He lived on the  floor of a little store he ran,
 He moved to LA  Japan,
 They called him 
 In Japanese, he'd  he was called "Issei,"
  meant 'First Generation In The United States,'
 When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the 
 But  of all afraid of a homeland attack,
 And that morning when Ken went out on  doormat,
 His world went black 
 Right there; front  news,
  weeks before 1942,
 "Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The Japs  Comin'"
 Pictures of  dyin' and runnin',
 Ken knew what it  lead to,
 Just like he guessed, the President 
  evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away,"
 They gave Ken,  couple of days,
 To  his whole life packed in two bags,
 Just two bags, couldn't even pack  clothes,
 Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to  anything in,
 So two trash bags  all they gave them,
 When the kids asked mom "Where are  goin'?"
 Nobody even knew  to say to them,
 Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin'  spies,
 So we have to live in a  called Manzanar,
 Where a lot of Japanese  are,"
 Stop it don't  at the gunmen,
 You don't wanna get  soldiers wonderin',
 If you gonna run  not,
 'Cause if you  then you might get shot,
 Other than that try not  think about it,
 Try not  worry 'bout it; bein' so crowded,
 Someday we'll  out, someday, someday.
 
 As soon as war  out
 The F.B.I. came  they just come to the house and
 "You  to come"
 "All  Japanese have to go"
 They took  Lee
 People didn't understand
 Why did they  to take him?
  he's an laborer laborer
 
 So now they're in a town with soldiers  them,
 Every day, every night look down  them,
  watch towers up on the wall,
 Ken couldn't really hate them  all;
  were just doin' their job and,
 He wasn't gonna make  problems,
 He had a little garden  vegetables and fruits that,
  gave to the troops in a basket his wife made,
 But in the back of his mind, he wanted his  life saved,
 Prisoners of war in  own damn country,
 What for?
 Time  in the prison town,
 He wanted them to live it down when they  free,
 The  way out was joinin' the army,
 And supposedly, some men went  for the army, signed on,
 And ended  flyin' to Japan with a bomb,
 That 15 kilotonne blast, put  end to the war pretty fast,
 Two cities were blown to bits; the  of the war came quick,
 Ken got out,  hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife,
 But, when they got  to their home,
 What they  made them feel so alone,
 These people  trashed every room,
 Smashed in the  and bashed in the doors,
 Written on the walls  the floor,
 "Japs  welcome anymore."
 And Kenji  both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside,
 He, looked at his wife without words to 
 She looked back at him wiping  away,
 And, said "Someday we'll be  someday,"
 Now the names  been changed, but the story's true,
 My family  locked up back in '42,
  family was there it was dark and damp,
 And they called  an internment camp
 
 When we first got  from camp... uhh
 It  pretty... pretty bad
 
 I, I remember  husband said
 "Are we gonna  'til last?"
 Then my husband  before they close the camp.