I am not a hater, but

clean hands mean empty hands

and this system built it that way.

It has painted bad beautifully as the new good.

To survive in this system,

Honesty must be thrown out the window,

Cause it does not feed a home,

And it is very clear.

I am not a hater, but

working hard feels like pouring water into a basket,

while I have seen people cut corners

and watched doors open for them

while clean hands stood knocking.

I am not a hater, but

truthfulness is underpaid,

and righteousness is the new crime.

The system failed me first,

Me, questioning the system a little,

Does that mean am a hater?

Empty hands can not pay the pills,

Tired of losing for doing the right thing,

In a system that reward wrong doers.

I am not a hater,

Am the result of broken system.