🎵 "You Don’t Get to Erase Me" 🎵 (Protest anthem – strong beat, defiant tone)
[Verse 1] I carry my country on my back — No matter where I go, that’s a fact. You can call it poor, you can call it weak, But it gave me my voice, it taught me to speak.
[Pre-Chorus] It’s in my blood, it’s in my bones, Not just a place — it’s what I call home.
[Chorus] You don’t get to erase me, Just 'cause you don’t understand. I come from a place you look down on, But I still love that land. You can label it third-world, Say it’s broken, say it’s wrong — But I see pride, I see strength, I see where I belong.
[Verse 2] Some wave their flag like a golden crown, While mine gets laughed at, talked down. You say I should hide it to fit in, But I won’t wear shame on my skin.
[Pre-Chorus] Your silence cuts, your words are loud, But I won't disappear into your crowd.
[Chorus] You don’t get to erase me, Just 'cause you don’t understand. I come from a place you look down on, But I still love that land. You can label it third-world, Say it’s broken, say it’s wrong — But I see pride, I see strength, I see where I belong.
[Bridge] You don’t see the streets I walked, The way my people live, the way they talk. You don’t taste the food, you don’t feel the pain, You just see struggle and throw out blame.
[Breakdown – spoken or shouted] We’re not less. We’re not a joke. We built dreams out of dust and smoke. So don’t tell me to forget where I’m from — That place raised me, made me strong.
[Final Chorus – louder, with a crowd feel] You don’t get to erase me, You don’t write my name in shame. You can mock my flag and laugh me off, But I’m not playing your game. This is love that you can’t take, This is home that you can’t break — I stand tall, I sing loud, I come from the unbowed.

You don't get to erase me

guitarist, musician, music producer, composer

All mixes on vinyl, mostly (dub) techno, minimal and deep house. Artwork by Pyracantha. Check his work at https://www.instagram.com/cornelisjames/#

I've been chasing sound since the day I ran away from home. 
While most kids were in school, I was digging through crates in record stores - learning rhythm, rebellion, and the raw truth music could carry. By 13, I was sleeping in nightclubs. By 15, I was behind the decks, DJ-ing to survive and to feel something real.

In the 1980's, I became part of Belgium's early electronic wave - spinning vinyl before it was a scene.

But life, as it does, took me away from the spotlight. Still, the music never stopped playing in me.

Now, after all these years, I'm back. Producing my own tracks. No rules, no formulas - just decades of sound, scars, and soul poured into every beat.

For those who've ever felt like outsiders...
For those who live through sound...

This is for you.
The beat goes on. And so do I.

You don't get to erase me

ONO MOLOKO