My brother's got a black an' white picture   With numbers 'cross his chest   An' he'll do 15 years   If his behavior stays at it's best      He took the blame to save his best friend's name   When a job that went bad down in Birmingham   Yeah, but he don't mind that orange suit 'cause he knows   That clothes don't make the man      Two cells down from where my brother lays his head   The walls that go, 'Amazing Grace' an' quotes of scriptures   That man once read      When he prayed upon the little souls of all those boys   That did not nderstand   But 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   'Cause sometimes angels hide their wings   An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb   Yeah, the clothes don't make the man      They all laughed an called him names   When he said that he was sent to be their king   You don't even own a home   You got simple clothes an' sandals on your feet      Stripped of his pride, he was crucified   On a cross with nails of haterd in his hands   But he rose from the grave in 3 days   Yeah, the clothes don't make the man      Designer names, rips and stains   Shouldn't tell you who I am   'Cause sometimes Angels hide their wings   An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb   Yeah, the clothes don't make the man      Designer names, rips and stains   Shouldn't tell you who I am   'Cause sometimes Angels hide their wings   An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb   Yeah, the clothes don't make the man      They don't make the man   They don't make the man   They don't make the man, yeah   Oh don't make the man   Don't make the man, oh yeah   Yeah, yeah, yeah