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 to pull my rope for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Mr. Wendell, that's his name
No one ever knew his name, cause he's a no one
Never thought twice about spending on an old 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 it ain't black spend all that money on big colleges
Still, most of y'all come out confused
Go ahead, Mr. Wendell
Go ahead, Mr. Wendell
Mr. Wendell has freedom
A free that you and I think is dumb
Free to be without the worries of a quick-to-*** society
For Mr. Wendell'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 or killed
Over a racist grudge
Mr. Wendell 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 of him we've walked
Mr. Wendell
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
Go ahead, Mr. Wendell
Yeah!
Mr. Wendell
Yeah!
Yeah!
Mr. Wendell
Mr. Wendell
Yeah!
Lord
Mr. Wendell
Mr. Wendell


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