12 Steps ©
Written by Jenessa Vitaga

Step 1, you’re in control
Step 2, I don’t see no hope for me to say “no” to you
Step 3, I’m on my knees
4, 5, 6, so willingly 
I know where this is gonna lead

I need a 12 step, second chance
Something that’s stronger than
a first hit, cursed kiss, slow burning cigarette
I’m no match for those hands
Got no chance of getting away from you
Cus you've got a way with me

Step 7, 8 hours in heaven
Why not make that 9?
Cus baby, it’s only 10:00
And I don’t gotta leave til 11:00

I need a 12 step, second chance
Something that’s stronger than
a first hit, cursed kiss, slow burning cigarette
I’m no match for those hands
Got no chance of getting away from you
Cus you've got a way with me

Steps 1 thru 11, I know them well
But let’s be honest, haven't gotten to step 12
I’ll never finish getting sober ooh,  ooh
Never getting over you, you 
Steps 1 thru 11, I know them well
But let’s be honest, haven't gotten to step 12
I’ll never finish getting sober ooh,  ooh
Never getting over you

I need a 12 step, second chance
Something that’s stronger than
a first hit, cursed kiss, slow burning cigarette
I’m no match for those hands
Got no chance of getting away from you
Cus you've got a way with me

12 Steps (worktape)

Song about a man who once was a popular popstar, but now is a forgotten ikon.

The Invisible Man

This song is a soulful anthem of renewal and resilience. “Don’t Compare Today to Yesterday” reminds us that healing starts with small steps — sweeping the floor, letting sunlight in, breathing again. It’s about faith, grace, and rising together after the storm. Big John Show and Holly Harmony Star deliver an uplifting blend of gospel soul, country warmth, and heartfelt truth that speaks to everyone walking out of their past into a brighter tomorrow.

Don’t Compare Today to Yesterday

Thanksgiving's nearly here
Christmas is around the bend
Time for good times n cheer
Time for family and friends

To be grateful for our blessings
For our freedom and our health
To stuff the turkey with dressing
For Santa's little elves

Time for friends and family
Not for pride and endless vanity
Christ died to save humanity
From this chaos and insanity

Thanksgiving's on the way
Time for good times n cheer
Time to watch and pray
Saint Nick'll soon be here

To be grateful for God's gift
That He sent His only son
To pay the price for our sin
So we no longer need to run

Time for friends and family
Not for pride and endless vanity
Christ came to save humanity
From this chaos and insanity 

Chaos and Insanity

Where are all the weeping preachers today?
We have a sick church that can't seem to pray!
Jeremiah wept at Israel's sings. 
Jesus wept and said "You must be born again!

Weeping Preachers

“True to the Core” is a raw, faith-driven anthem about survival, truth, and divine purpose. Big John pours his soul into every line, reflecting on years of struggle, loss, and resilience. From building his life out of nothing to learning how to live in honesty after a lifetime of lies, this song is both a confession and a declaration of spiritual awakening.

Guided by God’s light, John stands as a man reborn — no longer hiding behind the masks he once wore to survive. Every lyric testifies to the strength it takes to face pain with love, to speak truth even when it hurts, and to recognize God’s plan in every twist of fate.

With a voice that carries both grit and grace, “True to the Core” isn’t just a song — it’s a testimony of faith through fire. It reminds listeners that God’s light doesn’t just expose the truth… it heals it.


“True to the Core” is a raw, faith-driven anthem about survival, truth, and divine purpose. Big John pours his soul into every line, reflecting on years of struggle, loss, and resilience. From building his life out of nothing to learning how to live in honesty after a lifetime of lies, this song is both a confession and a declaration of spiritual awakening.

Guided by God’s light, John stands as a man reborn — no longer hiding behind the masks he once wore to survive. Every lyric testifies to the strength it takes to face pain with love, to speak truth even when it hurts, and to recognize God’s plan in every twist of fate.

With a voice that carries both grit and grace, “True to the Core” isn’t just a song — it’s a testimony of faith through fire. It reminds listeners that God’s light doesn’t just expose the truth… it heals it.

Truth in My Core

Life can eat your lunch
It can strip and beat you down
Life can pack a punch
And leave you bleeding on the ground

But Christ loved us so much
He gave up His holy crown
The serpent's head was crushed
Death couldn't hold Him down

Don't be disenchanted
He came to save this planet
He won't leave you abandoned
Just bloom where you're planted
He won't leave you marooned and stranded
He wants you to bloom where you're planted
And when the dust has finally landed
You won't be crushed, you'll be standin'

God sent His only son
As a sacrificial lamb
He came not to condemn
But to rescue fallen man

It's all there in His word
So don't be sad and glum
In case you haven't heard
The battle has been won

Don't be disenchanted
He came to save this planet
He won't leave you abandoned
Just bloom where you're planted

He won't leave you marooned and stranded
He wants you to bloom where you're planted
And when the dust has finally landed
You won't be crushed, you'll be standin'

He won't leave you marooned and stranded
He wants you to bloom where you're planted
And when the dust has finally landed
You won't be crushed, you'll be standin'

If you'll just bloom where you're planted
Don't be disenchanted
You won't be abandoned
Just bloom where you're planted

Bloooooooom -- where you're planted
Bloooooooom -- where you're planted
Bloooooooom -- where you're planted
Bloooooooom -- where you're planted 

Bloom Where You're Planted

A ballad about the quiet kind of love that shows up when life feels too heavy. Set in the small hours—wet streets, rent due, and the rattle of keys that won’t stop—the song finds holiness in the ordinary. A worn voice and Rhodes piano share the weight of the day, offering comfort without rescue. Each verse sketches working-class tenderness; the chorus becomes a promise: “Lay your weight on me, I’ll carry what you can’t.” A hymn for tired hearts and late-night kitchens, reminding us we don’t have to hold it all alone.

We'll Carry What We Can

Most are woke. Few are awake. Is this what they meant when they promised "Hope and Change"? We need someone to deliver us from these golden chains. They say "He who controls the gold makes the rules." Don't sell your soul for ill-gotten gain. Is this what they meant when they promised "Hope and Change"?

Hope and Change

Got woke judges that are soft on crime
Justice ain't worth a rotten dime.
They ignore crime in the streets
Wanna take away our free speech

Got one set of rules for elites
Another set for you and me
Sheep's clothes, we're sheep
What they sow, they gonna reap

Now that they know, ain't no police
They wanted Trump impeached
Don't want preachers to preach
While the Commander-in-Chief
Can barely walk or speak

Sheep's clothes, we're sheep
What they sow, they gonna reap
What they sow, they gonna reap

Woke judges, Withhold justice
Woke judges, don't trust us
Woke judges, sow injustice
Woke judges, so disgust us

They ignore the constitution
And disdain the Bill of Rights
They wanna foment revolution
While inflation's out of sight

They look the other way
When it comes to migrant crime
Think they've gone insane
Or is it finally the right time?

Willis n Wade - they had it made
As did Bragg, Engoran and James
They had it all in the bag
Filled with bravado and swag

But failed to make their case
They pushed way too hard
Showed blatant disregard
For the law and, what's really sad

Is they dragged the flag
Through the muck and slag
So they need to be disbarred

Woke judges, Withhold justice
Woke judges, don't trust us
Woke judges, sow injustice
Woke judges, so disgust us

Got woke judges that are soft on crime
Justice ain't worth a rotten dime.
They ignore crime in the streets
Wanna take away our free speech

Got one set of rules for elites
Another set for you and me
Sheep's clothes, we're sheep
What they sow, they gonna reap

Woke judges, sow injustice
Woke judges, so disgust us
They sow injustice
They so disgust us...

Woke Judges

CRT in classrooms. Boys in girls bathrooms.
Question the election, you’re shadow banned or cancelled.
Kids getting D's and F's; is it worth the gamble?
Fentanyl’s in Coke and Meth; our nation is in shambles

Bat lab. Gun grab. South Texas tragedy.
It’s sad, so sad. Ain’t the way it had to be
Mom’s mad. So’s dad; Been declared the enemy
Bad jab? Too bad. Big Pharma has indemnity…

I wonder what transpired?
I know it’s disconcertin’, but this isn’t workin’
We’re not “election deniers”
Would’ve gladly ceded, if they hadn’t cheated

Hunter dropped, lap top. Chairman Xi, Black Rock
Deep state reprobates made us all a laughingstock
CDC guidelines, Nordstream pipeline
Fifteen days to slow the spread, ships blocked in the Suez

Border crossers got no test, mostly peaceful protest
Go green. Gay Pride. Gender’s been redefined
Caved to BLM’s demands; Al-Qaida takes Afghanistan.
Haitians camped out under bridge, Moms and dads defend their kids

Biden’s a bold-faced liar
Ask Hillary or Bernie, they won’t be returning
Wonder what transpired?
They wanna keep it quiet, mostly peaceful riot

George Floyd. Can’t breathe; CHOP zone under seige
Floyd looters rob and steal; Boys neutered. Green New Deal
Rigged vote, Dems cheat. People votin’ with their feet.
Cops shot. Thought police. Patriots afraid to speak

If we’re to have half a chance, we need to don our big boy pants
DA’s that are Soros backed, need to be exposed and sacked
Act of God or DEW attack? Lahaina’s never comin’ back…
They had no clue it was a trap, If they’d worn blue
Would they’ve been zapped?

I wonder what transpired
On January sixth and can we get it fixed?
The Deep State elite conspired
Playin’ dirty tricks with our politics

Virus came from bitin’ bats, CDC’s been hidin’ stats
‘Bout vaccine caused heart attacks
Mar-a-Lago ransacked
War declared on oil and gas

Said virus spread by “the unvaxxed”
The cost of food and gas blamed on “Putin’s tax”
The world just laughs at all his “gaffes”
What will be on his epitaph?
"He tried to mandate masks!"
When will he wake up from his nap?”

If your last name ends with Biden
There’s nothin’ here to see, it’s a conspiracy
Sleeper cells in hidin’
Palms’ve been greased, bombs in the middle east

Big tech censorship, Zuckerbuck’s stocks dip.
Fist bumps crown prince, influx of immigrants
Churches closed, so are schools
Broke their own COVID rules

Student debts, homeless vets
Won’t forget, 2000 mules
US funds proxy war, parents stun school boards
Beatin’ ploughshares into swords
I can't take it anymore

I’m preachin’ to the choir
This is disconcertin’, but this isn’t workin’
Feds cuttin’ the barbed wire
We all know it’s wrong, but it’ll go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on

I wonder what they’ve been hidin’?
They got some dirty laundry, now they’re in a quandry
We’re not “election deniers”
Would’ve gladly ceded, if they hadn’t cheat

Mostly Peaceful Riots

Songwriter. Storyteller. Sound pioneer, Stan Countz is a genre-bending songwriter with over 300 original songs under his belt — a true craftsman of lyric and melody. From his debut track “Those Hap Happy Days” in 2005, a nostalgic tribute to the golden era of the ’50s and ’60s, Stan has built a musical legacy rooted in meaning, melody, and message.

Writing under the moniker Stan and Be Counted, he stands tall in the world of music as both a creator and a voice of purpose. His catalog spans a kaleidoscope of genres — from contemporary Christian rock and gospel to EDM, country pop, blues, R&B, hip hop, folk, and beyond. Each song is a reflection of his passion for storytelling and his desire to uplift, challenge, and connect.

Whether crafting soul-stirring love ballads, foot-tapping jingles, or heart-pounding hard rock anthems, Stan brings a rare blend of versatility, depth, and soul to every track. He doesn't just write songs — he writes moments you can feel.

Stan Countz is more than an artist — he’s a movement. A call to stand... and be counted. He is a prolific lyricist and lives in Denison, Texas with his artist/photographer wife. 

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