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    Here, have a dollar,
    in fact no 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 ol' bum,
    until I had the chance to really get to know one
    Now that I know him, to give him money isn't charity
    He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes
    And to think blacks spend all that money on big colleges,
    still most of y'all come out confused

    Go ahead, Mr.Wendal (2x)

    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 too 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


    Mr.Wendal, Lord, Mr.Wendal

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