Mr. Wendal Lyrics - 3 Years 5 Months & 2 Days In The Life Of-- - Arrested Development

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 

Go ahead, 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 could be brutally enslaved 

And 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 in all you stand tall 

Go ahead, Mr. Wendal 

Mr. Wendal, yeah 

Lord, Mr. Wendal