Here, have a dollar, in fact, no brother man, 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. Wendley, that's his name, no one ever knew his name, cause he's an old one, never thought twice about spending on an old bum, until I had a 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 their money up in colleges, still most of y'all come out confused, go ahead Mr. Wendley, go ahead Mr. Wendley, Mr. Wendley has freedom, a free that you and I think is dumb, free to be without the worries, ever quick to *** society, for Mr. Wendley's a bum, his only worry's our 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 or killed over a racist grudge, Mr. Wendley 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, because of him we walk, Mr. Wendley, a man, a human in flesh, but not by law, I bide you dignity to stand with pride, realize that all in all, you stand tall, go ahead Mr. Wendley, Mr. Wendley, yeah, yeah, Mr. Wendley, Mr. Wendley, yeah, Lord, Mr. Wendley, Mr. Wendle, Mr. Wendle, yeah, Lord, Mr. Wendle, Mr. Wendle, yeah, Lord, Mr. Wendle. Mr. Wendley, Mr. Wendle, Mr. Wendle, yeah, Lord, Mr. Wendle, yeah, Lord, Mr. Wendle, yeah, Lord, Mr. Wendle, yeah, Lord, Mr. Wendle, yeah, Lord, Mr. Wendle, yeah, Lord, Mr. Bye!