Hollywould - The Roots, Betty Wright, Robert "The Messenger" Bozeman

Everybody knows somebody

That moves about like a misguided missile

Waking up in the morning

When the night is broken by the day

She needs to feed her babies

Waking up in the morning

When the night is broken by the day

She’s got to go home and feed her babies

She sees no other way (other way)

She sees no brighter day (brighter day)

Up all night in the clubs and such

She’s 'bout the numbers, she knows that much

Smiles though her heart frowns

Can’t get up for laying down

The word is what a good girl won’t do

Holly would — and the guys say Holly’s good

The word is what a good girl don’t do

Holly would — and the guys say Holly’s good

Heart breaking with her head bowed

Overtaken by the wrong crowd, that’s her fight

She needs to feed her babies

Heart breaking with her head bowed

Over taken by the wrong crowd, that’s her flight

She’s got to go home to feed her babies

She sees no open door (open door)

Nothing worth hoping for, her baby’s daddy

Up all night in the clubs and such

He’s 'bout the women, you know that much

Goes to bed on the other side of town

Ohh!

That’s what let her down

How did she get here?

How did she get here?

Look at all those tears, she’s drowning

What a predicament, she’s found in

She was addicted to the street life

So she walked the streets night after night

Smokin the pipe, just to keep her hyped

Rollin the dice against her life

Lookin for the type who can pay the price

To keep her reputation nice

She was admired by many and yet despised by others

Even disowned by her very own sisters and brothers

So she hit the streets lookin for love

When times was tough, she started trickin, strippin in clubs

Got molested by her father at a young age

Taught her how to please a man, love him the right way

As he would say, «Nobody cares if you cry, baby

It’s not my fault ya mama never taught you how to be a lady»

And so she grew up confused by affection

Comin from the wrong direction in the midst of?

very?

session

Everyday, another lesson, of a sexual abuse

This is the life that she has gotten used to

She’s got to cater to them, and she can’t win, oh Holly.

Holly Holly… Holly Holly…

I know you’re somebody’s sister (a good girl)

You’re somebody’s mama, you’re somebody’s lover

Pocket full of money (pocket full of money)

Made the wrong way (made the wrong way)

Somebody, somebody got pray for Holly

She’s got no time for being a lady

Oh no Holly.

Oh Holly.

She got to feed, she wanna feed, she gotta feed, she need to feed

SHE got to feed her babies

Sorry, for Holly

So sorry, for Holly

But I’m gonna pray, I’m gonna pray

Will you praaaaay, for Holly

Somebody got to pray.