semi was a poor man, but a loving man was he he ripped his hands up in the (sugar) cane field just to feed his family (always) said he'd do anything for his house of three but oh my darling semi how could you not know the penalty dark brown skin boils under the sun just another routine run for the man we call semi hard to understand where he's coming from never had it all so don't try to test his steez working hard to feed his seeds to grow up to be living away from poverty and bask in some luxury, like you and me when we all heard the news of what happened late that day that my friend semi's hands were faster than his legs semi's grieving son asks for daddy as he cries when big old boss man shot poor semi, he didn't bat an eye click click bang bang in the back from the man who gots stacks who never asked or never figured was he a family man? or just kept his finger on the trigger! born and raised in the mother land just trying to play his part, from the start shooting for a star. but, little did he know, he had the galaxy up in his heart take a double shift for a certain body strung out, feet k**ing back hurting busting your a**, make your fingers real raw hardest man a boy, boy ever saw labeled a bad man for the quick hand crime in his pocket never had a chance to ran no more family tree for the man call semi shot down by The Man, and his greed