We ain’t sons of peace—we were forged in the flood.
This tee? It’s a battle hymn stitched in cotton.
Two warriors ride the chaos—one posted up like a general, cool in black and gold, shades sharp as truth. The other grinds the paddle like he’s splitting oceans with his bare will. Together, they ain’t running from the storm—they came from it.
Vintage cream canvas. Red boat slicing through blue fury. Letters bold like prophecy.
At the hem of it all, the creed bleeds loud:
"Smooth waters never made warriors."
That’s scripture for the scarred.
For the ones raised by thunder, driven by purpose, never by ease.
