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Tombstone — Terka’s Testimony 1

Gospel Trap-Soul,Male (Raw, Soulful Tenor) Vocals

0:003:45

BLYCE

Dec 8, 2025

Tombstone — Terka’s Testimony 1

Gospel Trap-Soul,Male (Raw, Soulful Tenor) Vocals

Lyrics

Description

Intro

(Terse spoken tag, spoken like a preacher — intimate)

Terka… this my testimony… speak now or forever hold your peace… (whispered: “Lord”)

Verse 1

I been talkin' to my tombstone 'fore they lay me in the dirt (soft, close) (voice crack)

Askin' will the weight I carried show the shape of my hurt

I remember maple on Third where mama hung the Sunday clothes

The smell of lemon soap and fried chicken down on our stoop — I know

Seen my brother cuffed and handcuffed on a Tuesday night in June

Seen my mama cross herself and pray under the kitchen moon

Got angels on my shoulders, but the bottle sings like liquid courage (quiet)

Whisperin' that my sorrows sleep inside the bottom of the bottle’s porridge (internal slant)

But that bottle left me with a list of names I couldn't call back yet (long note)

And the echo of a letter I never finished, never let (hold)

Pre-Chorus

So I fall on my knees in this empty room (build) (breathy long note)

Askin' God if He can grow a garden from this ruin

I been countin' scars like birthmarks, tryna map a worth from hurt (voice cracks)

Tryna raise a rose from all this dirt (whisper: “please”) (hold)

Chorus (tight hook — singable, choir layers enter on second repeat)

On my tombstone — write: He tried (staccato) (voice crack on tried)

He loved, he cried (short, stacked harmonies) (choir swell)

A broken boy who made it through (long, chorus lift) (hold)

Terka tried — yeah, Terka tried (ad-lib: “I tried”) (choir full) (organ swell)

Verse 2

Walkin' home with holes in my school shoes — rain would make a song

Prayin' daddy wouldn't stumble in drunk with his usual wrong

First love left for Cleveland lights, said I carried too much baggage

Now she got a house with a porch swing and I got these passages

I chased paper, lost some faces, learned the heel of fame can sting

Snakes shine when the sun do — friends fold when the diamond rings

Now I hide in closets when anxiety press on my chest (quiet)

Talkin' to the plaster like the ghosts who never let me rest (voice crack)

Pre-Chorus (repeat — more intense; choir pads under)

So I fall on my knees in this empty room (bigger) (long note)

Askin' God if He can grow a garden from this ruin

I been countin' scars like birthmarks, tryna map a worth from hurt

Tryna raise a rose from all this dirt (whisper: “Lord”) (choir swells)

Chorus (repeat — add close three-part harmony on line 2)

On my tombstone — write: He tried (tight) (hold)

He loved, he cried (three-part harmony) (ad-libs: “I tried”) (choir)

A broken boy who made it through (lift) (organ + choir)

Terka tried — yeah, Terka tried (lead crack) (long held)

Verse 3 — Pivotal Memory (specific, vivid)

October porch light, 2009 — I held his jacket like a cloak (soft)

Lenny left that night on a train and never called again; I choked

We carved our names in cedar, near the stoop where sparrows slept (detail)

I remember the sound of his laugh like a bell when the night crept

I swore then I would rise for both of us, even when the sky got

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