Lyrics:

Go ahead, manHere, have a dollarIn fact no, brother man, here, have twoTwo dollars means a snack for meBut it mean
s a big deal to youBe strong, serve God onlyKnow that if you do, beautiful heaven awaitsThat's the poem I wrote for the firs
t 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 n
o 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 fr
ee that you and I think is dumbFree to be without the worries of a quick to diss societyFor Mister Wendal's a bumHis only wo
rries are sickness and an occasional harassmentBy the police and their chaseUncivilized we call himBut I just saw him eat of
f the food we wasteCivilization, are we really civilizedYes or no, who are we to judgeWhen thousands of innocent men could b
e brutally enslavedAnd killed over a racist grudgeMister Wendal has tried to warn us about our waysBut we don't hear him tal
kIs 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 n
ot 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