by N/A 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 goin' to california to find my pot of gold corruption on every corner husterls selling sweets baby is home crying while her momma's on the street everybody's dying have you heard the news today? a woman in north philly is mouring the bullet took another son away i'm goin' to california I'm going far, far away I'm going to california; yes to resurrect my soul the sun is always shining or at least that's what I'm told going 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