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
