semi was a poor man but a loving man was he nhe ripped his hands up in the cane fields just to feed his family nsaid he'd do anything for his house of three nbut oh my darling semi how could you not know the penaltynndark brown skin boils under the sun,njust another routine run for the man we call semi nhard to understand where he's coming from, never had it all. nso don't try to test his steez, working hard to feed his seeds, nto grow up to be living away from poverty, and bask in some luxery, nnwas a seminnlike you and me when we all heard the news of what happened late that day nthat my friend semi's hands were faster than his legs nsemi's grieving son asks for daddy as he cries nwhen big old boss man shot poor semi he didn't bat an eye nnclick click bang bang in the back from the man who gots stacks who never asked or never figured...nwas he a family man? or just kept his finger on the trigger! nborn and raised in the mother land just trying to play his part, from the start shooting for a star. nbut, little did he know, he had the galaxy up in his heart.... nnwas a seminntake a double shift for a certain, nbody strung out, feet killing back hurting. nbusting your ass, make your fingers real raw, nhardest man a boy ,boy ever saw. nLabeled a bad man for the quick hand, ncrime in his pocket never had a chance to ran. nno more family tree for the man call semi, nshot down by The Man, and His Greed.nnwas a semi