Go ahead, manHere, have a dollarIn fact no,
brother man, here, have twoTwo dollars means a snack for
meBut it means a big deal to youBe strong, serve God
onlyKnow that if you do, beautiful heaven awaitsThat's the poem I wrote for the first timeI saw a
man with no clothes, no money, no plateMister Wendal,
that's his nameNo one ever knew his name 'cause
he's a no oneNever thought twice about spending on an
old bumUntil I had the chance to really get to know oneNow that I know him, to give him money isn't charityHe gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoesAnd to
think blacks spend all that money on big collegesStill
most of y'all come out confusedGo ahead, Mister
WendalGo ahead, Mister WendalMister Wendal has
freedomA free that you and I think is dumbFree to be
without the worries of a quick to diss societyFor Mister
Wendal's a bumHis only worries are sickness and an
occasional harassmentBy the police and their chaseUncivilized we call himBut I just saw him eat off the
food we wasteCivilization, are we really civilizedYes or no, who are we to judgeWhen thousands of innocent
men could be brutally enslavedAnd killed over a racist
grudgeMister Wendal has tried to warn us about our waysBut we don't hear him talkIs it his fault when
we've gone too farAnd we got too far 'cause on
him we walkMister Wendal, a man, a human in fleshBut
not by lawI feed you dignity to stand with prideRealize that all in all you stand tallGo ahead,
Mister WendalMister Wendal, yeahYeah, Mister
WendalMister Wendal, yeah, LordMister
WendalMister WendalMister Wendal, yeah,
LordMister WendalMister Wendal, yeah, LordMister Wendal