Go ahead man
Here have a dollar
In fact naw brother man
Here have two
Two dollars means
a snack for me
But it means a big deal to you
Be strong serve God only
Know that if you do
beautiful heaven awaits
That's the poem
I wrote for the first time
I say him there with
no money no clothes no place
Mr. Wendal that's his name
No one ever knew his name
'Cause he's a no one
Never thought twice
about spendin' on an old bum
Until I had the chance
to really get to know one
Now that I know him
to give him money isn't charity
He gives me some knowledge
I buy him some shoes
And to think blacks spend
all their money
on big colleges
Still most of y'all
come out confused
Go ahead Mr. Wendal
Go ahead Mr. Wendal
Mr. Wendal has freedom
A free that you and I
think is dumb
Free to be without the worries
of a quick to this society
For Mr. Wendal's a bum
His only worries are sickness
And an occasional harassment
by the police and their chase
Uncivilized we call him
But I just saw him eat off
the food we waste
Civilization
Are we really civilized
Yes or no
Who are we to judge
When thousands
of innocent men
can be brutally enslaved
Or killed over a racist grudge
Mr. Wendal has
tried to warn us
about our ways
But we don't hear him talk
Is it his fault
when we've gone too far
And we got too far
'Cause of him we walk
Mr. Wendal a man
A human in flesh
But not by law
I feed you dignity
to stand with pride
Realize that all in all
you stand tall
Go ahead Mr. Wendal
Mr. Wendal yeah yeah
Mr. Wendal
Mr. Wendal Lord
Mr. Wendal
Mr. Wendal
Mr. Wendal yeah
Lord Mr. Wendal
Mr. Wendal yeah
Lord Mr. Wendal