Here, have a dollarIn fact, no, brother man, here, have twoTwo dollars means a snack for meBut it means a big deal to youBe strong, serve God onlyKnow that if you do, beautiful heaven awaitsThat's to pull my rope for the first timeI saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plateMr. Wendell, that's his nameNo one ever knew his name, cause he's a no oneNever thought twice about spending on an old bumUntil I had the chance to really get to know oneNow that I know him, to give him money isn't charityHe gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoesAnd it ain't black spend all that money on big collegesStill, most of y'all come out confusedGo ahead, Mr. WendellGo ahead, Mr. WendellMr. Wendell has freedomA free that you and I think is dumbFree to be without the worries of a quick-to-*** societyFor Mr. Wendell's a bumHis only worries are sickness and an occasional harassmentBy the police and their chaseUncivilized, we call himBut I just saw himEatOff the food we wasteCivilizationAre we really civilized?Yes or no?Who are we to judge?When thousands of innocent menCould be brutally enslaved or killedOver a racist grudgeMr. Wendell has tried to warn us about our waysBut we don't hear him talkIs it his fault when we've gone too far?And we got too farCause of him we've walkedMr. WendellA man, a human in fleshBut not by lawI feed you dignity to stand with prideRealize that all in allYou stand tallGo ahead, Mr. WendellYeah!Mr. WendellYeah!Yeah!Mr. WendellMr. WendellYeah!LordMr. WendellMr. WendellMr. WendellMr. WendellMr. WendellMr. WendellMr. WendellMr. WendellMr. WendellMr. WendellMr. WendellMr. WendellMr. WendellMr. Wendell