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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 ´cause he´s a no one.
Never thought twice about spending on a ole 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 yaw´ll 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 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 this 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 Lord, Mr. Wendal.

Mister Wendal, Mister Wendal.
Mister Wendal, Mister Wendal.