Why
is it so hard
To make it in America
I try so hard
To make it
in America
A
land of milk and honey
A land supposed to be built with love
It
take love and understanding
To live and let live
I
was born in Gainesville Florida
I traveled far and wide
Then I
moved to Brooklyn, New York
Had hard times, for sometime I hold on
Why
is it so hard
To make it in America
I try so hard
To make it
in America
Seemed
like nothing was goin' right
So I said to myself
You got to
move away from here
I went to upstate New York
A little town
they call Poughkeepsie
Got me a job
To get away from all this
stress
But I couldn't get away
No matter how far I went
Seems
like nothing gonna change
Everything still remained the same
Why
is it so hard
To make it in America
I try so hard
To make
it in America
Why,
tell me, tell me
We gotta make a change, in America
Help me
somebody
Charles
Bradley
To
Mr. Bradley who I can't admire in a concert anymore -
thanks
for "echo[ing] the evocative delivery of Otis Redding"
(Paste Magazine, 2011)
and
being the "screaming eagle of Soul" -
rest
in peace and be part of the already huge amount of gorgeous soul
singers in heaven!