Written by：Albritton Arlis/Anderson Keith A

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