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