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
[CHORUS:] 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
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