paroles de chanson Mr Wendal - 2002 - Remaster - Arrested Development

Go 'head man
Here have a dollar
In fact, naw brotha man here have two.
Two dolllars mean 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 place.
Mr. Wendell, that's his name.
No one ever knew his name
Cuz 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 their money on big colleges
Still most of y'all come out confused.
Go 'head Mr. Wendell.
Go 'head Mr. Wendell.

Mr. Wendell has freedom,
A free that you and I think is dumb.
Free to be without the worries of "quick-to-dis" society
Cuz Mr. Wendell'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?
With thousands of innocent men
To be brutally enslaved or killed
For a racist grudge.
Mr. Wendell has tried to warn us
About our ways but we don't hear him talk.
Is it his fault that we've gone too far
And we've got too far
Because of him we walked.
Mr. Wendell, a man, a human in flesh
But not by law.
I bid you dignity to stand with pride
And realize that all in all you stand stall.
Go 'head Mr. Wendell
Mr. Wendell, yeah yeah, Mr. Wendell.
Mr. Wendell, yeah, yeah, Mr. Wendell.
Mr. Wendell