My brothers got a black and white picture
With number across his chest
He'll do 15 more years if his behavior stays at its best
He took the blame to save his best friends name at a job that went bad down in Birmingham
Yeah but he don't mind that orange suit because he knows the clothes don't make the man

Two sails down from where my brother lays his head
The walls echo Amazing Grace and quotes of scriptures that man once read
When he prayed upon the little souls of all those boys that did not understand
That you can wear a robe that's laced with gold but the clothes don't make the man

Designer names, rips and stains shouldn't tell you who I am
Because sometimes angles hide their wings and the devil's dressed like a lamb
Yeah the clothes don't make the man

They all laughed and called him names when he said that he was sent to be their King
You don't even own a home, you got several clothes and sandals on your feet

Stripped of his pride he was crucified on a cross with nails of hatred in his hands
But he rose from the grave in three days
Yeah the clothes don't make the man

Designer names rips and stains shouldn't tell you who I am
Because some times angles hide their wings and the devils dressed like a lamb
Yeah the clothes don't make the man

Designer names rips and stains shouldn't tell you who I am
Because some times angles hide their wings and the devils dressed like a lamb
Yeah the clothes don't make the man

Don't make the man they don't make the man
They don't make the man, oh yeah
Don't make the man, don't make the man, yeah