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

Go ahead, Mr. Wendal

Mr. Wendal, yeah

Lord, Mr. Wendal

Mr. Wendal

Mr. Wendal