Mr. Wendel
"Here, have a dollar.
Infact, nah brother man, here have two.
Two dollars means a snack to 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. Wendel. 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 the I know him, to give him money is a charirty.
He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes.
And to think blacks spend all their money on big colleges,
Still most of ya'll come out confused.
Go ahead Mr. Wendel.
Mr. Wendel has freedom.
A "free" that you and I think is dumb.
Free to be without the worries of a quick to dis society
For Mr. Wendel's a bum.
His only worries are sickness,
And an occasional harrasment
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. Wendel has tried to warn us about our ways,
But we don't hear him talk.
Is it his fault when we've gone to far?
And we got to far, cause on him we walk.
Mr. Wendel: 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. Wendel.
Infact, nah brother man, here have two.
Two dollars means a snack to 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. Wendel. 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 the I know him, to give him money is a charirty.
He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes.
And to think blacks spend all their money on big colleges,
Still most of ya'll come out confused.
Go ahead Mr. Wendel.
Mr. Wendel has freedom.
A "free" that you and I think is dumb.
Free to be without the worries of a quick to dis society
For Mr. Wendel's a bum.
His only worries are sickness,
And an occasional harrasment
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. Wendel has tried to warn us about our ways,
But we don't hear him talk.
Is it his fault when we've gone to far?
And we got to far, cause on him we walk.
Mr. Wendel: 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. Wendel.