Be strong, serve God only
For Mr. Wendal's a bum
It's not his fault when we're goin' too far and we got too far
When thousands of innocent man could be brutally enslaved
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
Two dollars means a snack for me
That's the poem I wrote for the first time
Mr. Wendal
Until I had the chance to really get to know one
Civilization, are we really civilized?
But we don't hear him talk
Know that if you do, beautiful Heaven awaits
Yes or no, who are we to judge
And to think blacks spend all their money on big colleges
Mr. Wendal, that's his name
Mr. Wendal
He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes
No one ever knew his name 'cuz he's a no one
Mr. Wendal, a man, a human in flesh but not by law
A free that you and I think he's dumb
Go ahead Mr. Wendal
And killed over a racist grudge
Go ahead Mr. Wendal
Mr. Wendal has tried to warn us about our ways
Realize now that all in all we stand tall
I feed you dignity to stand with pride
Eat off the food we waste
'Cuz on him we walk
His only worries are sickness and occasional harassment
But it means a big deal to you
Go ahead Mr. Wendal
Still most of you come out confused
Now that I know 'em, to give him money isn't charity
Mr. Wendal
Never thought twice about spending on an old bum
By the police and their chase
Mr. Wendal has freedom
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Uncivilized we call him but I just saw him
