Hey everyone, Summer here, and welcome to the Duke Tyner podcast

Today... today we're talking about something different. Something raw.Something that might hit closer to home than you're ready for.

We're talking about Duke Tyner's "My Broken Hallelujahs."

This isn't Southern Gothic folklore. This isn't German industrialexperimentation. This isn't even upbeat commercial pop. This is Duke Tynerlaying his soul bare. This is confession, testimony, and survival story allwrapped into one of the most emotionally devastating tracks he's ever created.

"My Broken Hallelujahs" is Duke's answer to artists like JellyRoll—that blend of Southern rap, rock, and raw autobiography that doesn'tapologize for its scars. It's for everyone who's been broken. Everyone who'sstill fighting. Everyone whose praise doesn't sound pretty because life hasn'tbeen pretty.

Fair warning: this episode goes deep. We're talking about addiction,generational trauma, redemption, and what it means to keep singing even whenyour voice is cracked and your heart is shattered.

So settle in. This is Duke Teynor at his most vulnerable, his mosthonest, his most human.

Let's dive in.

PART ONE: THE CONFESSION - SOUTHERN STRUGGLE

"My Broken Hallelujahs" opens with Duke speaking directly tohis audience: "Yeah... this one's for the broken, for the ones stillfighting."

And right there, you know what you're getting. No metaphor. No mythology.Just direct, honest truth.

Duke told me this song came from a place of wanting to create somethingin the vein of Jelly Roll's confessional style—that raw Southern hip-hop thatdoesn't hide behind production polish or lyrical cleverness. It's about tellingyour story exactly as it happened, scars and all.

The first verse hits immediately: "I grew up in the shadow of theBible Belt buckle, where sinners and saints both know the struggle."