Hollywould (Feat. 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 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 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