Mr. Wendal

MR. WENDAL

Here, have a dollar,

        in fact no brotherman 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 saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate

Mr.Wendal, that's his name,

        no one ever knew his name cause he's a no-one

Never thought twice about spending on a ol' 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 that money on big colleges,

        still most of y'all come out confused

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 diss 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 could be brutally enslaved

        and 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 on 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

CHORUS

Mr.Wendal, Lord, Mr.Wendal