Here, have a dollar,
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in fact no brotherman here, have two
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Two dollars means a snack for me,
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but it means a big deal to you
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Be strong, serve God only,
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know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits
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That's the poem I wrote for the first time
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I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
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Mr.Wendal, that's his name,
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no one ever knew his name cause he's a no-one
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Never thought twice about spending on a ol' bum,
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until I had the chance to really get to know one
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Now that I know him, to give him money isn't charity
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He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes
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And to think blacks spend all that money on big colleges,
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still most of y'all come out confused
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[CHORUS:]
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Go ahead, Mr.Wendal (2x)
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Mr.Wendal has freedom,
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a free that you and I think is dumb
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Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
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for Mr.Wendal's a bum
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His only worries are sickness
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and an occasional harassment by the police and their chase
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Uncivilized we call him,
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but I just saw him eat off the food we waste
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Civilization, are we really civilized, yes or no ?
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Who are we to judge ?
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When thousands of innocent men could be brutally enslaved
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and killed over a racist grudge
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Mr.Wendal has tried to warn us about our ways
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but we don't hear him talk
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Is it his fault when we've gone too far,
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and we got too far, cause on him we walk
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Mr.Wendal, a man, a human in flesh,
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but not by law
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I feed you dignity to stand with pride,
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realize that all in all you stand tall
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[CHORUS]
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Mr.Wendal, Lord, Mr.Wendal
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Mr Wendal (Perfecto Mix)
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