Iiiiiiiii Just wanna make you famous Just wanna make you famous I, I, I began to reach for the stars Then I saw a star who reached for the cross Then I saw the crowd they were screaming at the screen Like crucify the King yeah, the man in between Crushed bones, blood dripping off his face Framed on wood now that's a picture of grace But the sequel comes a couple days later We saw the father strike the son something like darth vader Looking for a stunt man who can conquer the fall Must take hits and must have no flaws Did his work and time in a coffin then split I guess that's what you call a real box office hit Praise God it was Jesus and 12 on the Scene That would makes his life pg-13 Yeah I get choked up see it But go buy the book you'll understand when you read it No glitter no glam but my team still shines bright Where ever you catch us I hope we flashing the light Bearing our crosses just to get our pa**ions right Jim Caviziel on em we want to act like Christ With every act I want to make em known For Every crack of with whip for every punch that was thrown Our Street team is punching the clock Whether you on Wall Str. or you're hitting the block On the backstreets building with the fam But we All n sync looking like a boy band He's the man plus a hard act to follow Only way to heaven he's a one way model The creator of the stars took the low road Could have been a king could have been a Pharaoh Yeah he did it make us blameless So now my only job is to make him famous