Here have a dollar   In fact now 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 'cuz he's a no one   Never thought twice about spending on an old bum   Until I had the chance to really get to know one      Now that I know 'em, 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 you come out confused      Go ahead Mr. Wendal   Go ahead Mr. Wendal      Mr. Wendal has freedom   A free that you and I think he's 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 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 man 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   It's not his fault when we're goin' too far and we got too far   'Cuz 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 now that all in all we stand tall   Go ahead Mr. Wendal      Mr. Wendal   Mr. Wendal   Mr. Wendal   ...