Twelfth pencil. Pages stack. Pressure leaves marks. I don't crack. Fear gets loud. I erase it. Copyright 2026 — S⭐️ Lyrics — By Simon Kerwood — Lyricist & Spiritual Creator — Original written work. All rights reserved. #SStarLyrics #newlyricalsong #AllGasNoBrakes #orig

Twelfth pencil. Pages stack. Pressure leaves marks. I don't crack. Fear gets loud. I erase it. Copyright 2026 — S⭐️ Lyrics — By Simon Kerwood — Lyricist & Spiritual Creator — Original written work. All rights reserved. #SStarLyrics #newlyricalsong #AllGasNoBrakes #orig

- Chorus - I wrote myself into existence. No permission. No audition. Line by line, the silence shifted. Now the work opens doors I never knew existed. I wrote myself into existence. Every page became a witness. Before I speak my silence has a byline. Copyright 2026 — S⭐️ Lyrics — By

- Chorus - I wrote myself into existence. No permission. No audition. Line by line, the silence shifted. Now the work opens doors I never knew existed. I wrote myself into existence. Every page became a witness. Before I speak my silence has a byline. Copyright 2026 — S⭐️ Lyrics — By

Is a lyrical piece about what happens when humanity turns skin colour into hierarchy. No shade born above. No shade born beneath. Different roots. Different cultures. Different stories. Still one human family. Jah made the spectrum. We made the scale. If this one speaks to you, share it and

Blue eye. Brown eye. Green eye. Grey. Tell me – who should obey? Which one gets the mansion? Which one gets the cell? Which one gets called heaven? Which one gets called hell? Same spectrum. Different judgement. In Jah’s eye, it's just a shade. On our skin, we make it fate. Copyrigh

I swear, if I wrote completely differently throwing in racial language, glorifying drinking, drugs and all the usual corporate rubbish, I'd be getting ten times the views. Meanwhile, original lyrics with a message barley get pushed. Apparently, substance matters less than whatever keeps p

Why is TikTok pushing all this AI generated shite, yet my work, which only uses AI assistance for the single cover artwork, gets no push at all? Original lyrics. Real writing. Real work. Yet AI content gets promoted? Make it make sense 🙄🤡

We call it wireless — but nothing ever is. There are fingerprints beneath the glass we're taught to miss. Everybody wants the light. Nobody wants the mine. Copyright 2026 ©️ — S⭐️ Lyrics — By Simon Kerwood — Lyricist & Spiritual Creator — Original written work. All rights reserved.

We call it wireless — but nothing ever is. There are fingerprints beneath the glass we're taught to miss. Everybody wants the light. Nobody wants the mine. Copyright 2026 ©️ — S⭐️ Lyrics — By Simon Kerwood — Lyricist & Spiritual Creator — Original written work. All rights reserved.

Make Tomorrow jealous is about refusing to leave the best parts of life untouched. Use the good things. Make that memory. Say what matters. Let today come back a little warn. Make tomorrow wish it was today. #sstarlyrics #maketomorrowjealous #sstaroriginallyrics #newhandwrittensong

Don't hand today back spotless. Leave a fingerprint on it. You don't keep a life by saving it. You keep it in what you gave. So ruin the shoes. Lose track of time. Let tomorrow wake up asking — "How did I miss that day?" What did I miss? Everything! Now! Not later. Not s

Isn't about access without standards. It's about removing the gatekeeping without lowering the bar. I don't care about your name! Your money. Your postcode. Your following. Your status. Bring purpose. Bring substance. Bring something worth building. That's it. Every line has

Is more than a title. It's a statement about how I approach writing, and the standard I expect from myself every time I put pencil to paper. I don't care where somebody comes from, what they earn, what colour their skin is, how famous their name is, or weather anybody else thinks they are

The page is open. The standard isn’t. No caste system in my notebook. No favourites in the business. Black. White. Rich. Poor. Big stage. Bedroom floor. Copyright 2026 ©️ — S⭐️ Lyrics — By Simon Kerwood — Lyricist & Spiritual Creator — Original written work. All rights reserved.

The page is open. The standard isn’t. No caste system in my notebook. No favourites in the business. Black. White. Rich. Poor. Big stage. Bedroom floor. Copyright 2026 ©️ — S⭐️ Lyrics — By Simon Kerwood — Lyricist & Spiritual Creator — Original written work. All rights reserved.

I put pressure in print. Pressure in print. Make the whole room stop — with the turn of a sentence. Pressure in print. Pressure in print. If the world leaves a bruise — I put a name on it. No filler. No flinch. No dressing the hit. Life puts pressure on people — I put pressure in print.

They sell us democracy — inside a paycheck plantation. Freedom in the window, survival on subscription. Pick your comfort, feed another corporation. They sell us democracy — inside a paycheck plantation. Copyright 2026 ©️ — S⭐️ Lyrics — By Simon Kerwood — Lyricist & Spiritual Creator —

Six years later — the vibrations came back demanding more. Same spirit. Sharper pulse. Bigger vibration. S⭐️ Lyrics Presents: "Big Vibrations" (2026 Remastered) A Lyrical written release — OUT NOW! Read the rhythm. Feel the vibration. By Simon Kerwood — Lyricist & Spiritual Cre

Leaves tap the grass with the start of the beat. Branches move loose — while the old roots run deep. Big vibrations — energy climbs the spine. #SStarLyrics #newlyricalsong #bigvibrations