“Built for the ones life tried to break, betrayed by family, crossed by friends, lied to by lovers, and left for dead by the system. We wear the scars they gave us like badges. This ain’t fashion, it’s armor. Born from the grind, raised by the silence, we did wrong to survive right. This is for the loyal in a world that ain’t. For the ones they counted out, but never counted on. Our threads speak what they tried to bury.”