Kenji

Album: The Rising Tied (2005)
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  • "My father, came from Japan, in 1905
    He was fifteen when he, immigrated from Japan
    He, he, he worked until he was able to buy
    To actually build a store"

    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, 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 L.A

    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 L.A. from Japan

    They called him immigrant, in Japanese
    He'd say he was called "issei"
    That meant first generation
    In the United States when

    Everybody was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs
    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 Harbor's been bombed and "The Japs are Coming"
    Pictures of soldiers dying and running

    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
    And 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 U.S. 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 gonna run or not
    'Cause if you run, then you might get shot

    Other than that, try not to think about it
    Try not to worry 'bout it being so crowded
    'Cause someday, we'll get out
    Someday, someday

    "Yeah, soon as war broke out, the FBI came and
    They just come through the house and, you have to come
    All the Japanese have to go
    They took Mr. Ni, the people couldn't understand
    Why they had to take him because he's an innocent laborer"

    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 fruits 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 damn 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 the home
    And what they saw made him 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
    "Japs not welcome, 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 away
    And said someday, we'll be okay, someday

    Now, the names have been changed, but the story is true
    My family was locked up, back in '42
    My family was there, where it was dark and damp
    And they called it an internment camp

    When we first got back from camp, uh
    It was pretty, pretty bad
    I-I remember, my husband said
    Oh we're gonna stay 'til last
    Then my husband died, before they closed the camp Writer/s: MIKE SHINODA
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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