Gone to California

Goin' to California To live in the summer sun The streets are made of silver I'm like a rabbit on the run Philadelphia freedom Well, it's not like you have heard The City of Brotherly Love Is full of pain and hurt I'm goin' to California To find my pot of gold Corruption on every corner Hustlers selling sweets Baby is home crying While her momma's on the streets Everybody's dying Have you heard the news today? A woman in north Philly is mourning The bullet took another son away I'm goin' to California I'm goin' far, far away Goin' to California, yes To resurrect my soul The sun is always shining Or at least that's what I'm told Goin' to California There's a better life for me Goin' to California I'll write and tell you what I see Goin' to California Somebody say a prayer for me