Go ahead, man



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

Mister Wendal, 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 to think blacks spend all that money on big colleges

Still most of y'all come out confused



Go ahead, Mister Wendal

Go ahead, Mister Wendal



Mister 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 Mister 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

Mister 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

Mister 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



Go ahead, Mister Wendal

Mister Wendal, yeah

Yeah, Mister Wendal

Mister Wendal, yeah, Lord



Mister Wendal



Mister Wendal

Mister Wendal, yeah, Lord

Mister Wendal

Mister Wendal, yeah, Lord

Mister Wendal