Suit Doesn’t Make the Man

He don’t need no tie to feel like he’s worth a dime,
No polished shoes, no watch to keep track of time.
He’s got calloused hands, but a heart that’s gold,
In a world of shiny things, he’s got his own soul.
They’ll dress him up in fancy clothes,
But he won’t wear what he don’t own.
He’s got nothing to prove, nothing to show,
'Cause he knows the truth, and it’s all he knows.
No suit for me, no silk or tie,
I’m not defined by what you see with your eyes.
It’s the man I am, the heart I wear,
Not the clothes I choose, or the brand I share.
A suit doesn’t make the man
He don’t walk around like he’s got to be seen,
Doesn’t play the part, doesn't chase a dream.
He’s found a peace that no money can buy,
No designer label, he doesn't need to try.
You can dress him up in your finest style,
But he’ll turn it down with a knowing smile.
He knows who he is, he knows who he’s been,
It’s the heart inside that makes him win.
No suit for me, no silk or tie,
I’m not defined by what you see with your eyes.
It’s the man I am, the heart I wear,
Not the clothes I choose, or the brand I share.
A suit doesn’t make the man.
So I’ll stand tall with my boots on the ground,
In my old worn jeans, I’m still unbound.
I don’t need a label to know my worth,
It’s the love I give, it’s the life I’ve birthed.
No suit for me, no silk or tie,
I’m not defined by what you see with your eyes.
It’s the man I am, the heart I wear,
Not the clothes I choose, or the brand I share.
A suit doesn’t make the man.
So take your suit, and take your dreams,
I’ll live my life the way I please.
A suit doesn’t make the man.