The Clothes Don't Make The Man

My brother's got a black and white picture
With numbers 'cross his chest
And he'll do 15 years
If his behavior stays at its 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 well my brother lays his head
The walls that go "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
But you can wear a robe's that 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
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 simple clothes and sandals on your feet
Stripped of his pride, he was crucified
On a cross of nails of hatred 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
And the devil's dressed like a lamb
Yeah, the clothes don't make the man (x2)
They don't make the man
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They don't make the man, yeah
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Don't make the man, oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah