[Intro - Mike's Relative]
"My father came from Japan in 1905,
He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan,
He worked until he was able to buy - to actually build a store.."

[Verse 1 - Mike]
Let me tell you a story in the form of a dream,
I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means,
Close your eyes and just picture the scene, as I paint it for you,
It was World War II when this man named Kenji woke up,
Ken was not a soldier, he was just a man with a family,
Who owned a store,
In LA, that day,
He crawled out of bed like he always did,
Bacon and eggs with wife and kids,
He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran,
He moved to LA from Japan,
They called him 'Immigrant,' in Japanese,
He'd say he was called "Iisei," that meant,
'First Generation In The United States,' when,
Everybody was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the  [bad word] ,
But most of all afraid of a homeland attack,
And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat,
His world went black 'cause,
Right there; front page news,
Three weeks before 1942,
"Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The [bad word] [bad word] "
Pictures of soldiers dying [bad word] 
Ken knew what it would lead to,
And just like he guessed, the president said,
"The evil Japanese in our home country would be locked away,"
They gave Ken, a couple of days,
To get his whole life packed in two bags,
Just two bags,
He couldn't even pack his clothes,
And some folks didn't even have a suitcase,
To pack anything in,
So two trash bags is all they gave them,
When the kids asked mom "Where are we going?"
Nobody even knew what to say to them,
Ken didn't wanna lie,
He said "The US is looking for spies,
So we have to live in a place called Manzanar,
Where a lot of Japanese people are.",
Stop it don't look at the gunmen!
You don't wanna get the soldiers wondering,
If you're [bad word] or not 'cause if [bad word] then you might get shot,
Other than that try not to think about it,
Try not to worry 'bout it; bein' so crowded,
Someday we'll get out, someday, someday.

[Interlude - Mike's Relative]
"Yeah, soon as war broke out, the F.B.I. came and...they [bad word] to the house,
and, 'you have [bad word] ', 'All the Japanese have to go", they took Mr. Ni,
The people couldn't understand, 'why did they have to take him,
Because he's just an innocent laborer?' "

[Verse 2 - Mike]
So now they're in a town with soldiers surrounding them,
Every day, every night, looked down at them,
From watchtowers up on the wall,
Ken couldn't really hate them at all,
They were just doing their job and,
He wasn't gonna make any problems,
He had a little garden, vegetables and [bad word] that he gave to the troops,
In a basket his wife made,
But in the back of his mind, he wanted his family's life saved,
Prisoners of war in their own [bad word] country,
What for?
And time passed in the prison town, he wondered,
If he'd live it down if and when they were free,
The only way out was joining the army, and supposedly,
Some men went out for the army, signed on,
And ended up flying to Japan with a bomb,
That fifteen kiloton blast, put an end to the war pretty fast,
Two cities were blown to bits,
The end of the war came quick,
And Ken got out,
Big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife, but,
Then they got back to their home, and,
What they saw made them feel so alone,
These people had trashed every room,
Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors,
Written on the walls and the floor:
 [bad word] not [bad word] anymore.",
And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside,
He, looked at his wife without words to say,
She looked back at him wiping tears