Mr Wendal (Hip Hop Drum Attack)

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 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 up in colleges
Still most of y'all come out confused
Go 'head Mr. Wendal

Go 'head Mr. Wendal

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 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 can be brutally
Enslaved or killed over a racist grudge
Mr. 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
Mr. Wendal, a man, a human in flesh
But not by law
I feed you dignity to stand with pride
Realize that all and all you stand tall
Go 'head Mr. Wendal

Mr. Wendal, yeah
Yeah, Mr. Wendal
Mr. Wendal, yeah
Lord
Yeah, Mr. Wendal

Mr. Wendal
Mr. Wendal, yeah
Lord, Mr. Wendal
Mr. Wendal, yeah
Lord, Mr. Wendal