I'm going 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, no, no, no
This city of brotherly love is full of pain and hurt

I'm going to California
To find my pot of gold
Corruption on every corner
Hustlers selling sweets
Baby is home crying
While her mom is on the streets
Everybody's dying
Have you heard the news today?
A woman in north Philly is mourning
A bullet took another son away

I'm going to California
I'm going far, far, far away

Going to California, yes
To resurrect my soul
The Sun is always shining, shining
Or at least that's what I'm told
I'm going to California
There's a better life for me, yes
Goin' to California
I'll write and tell you what I see
I'm going to California
Somebody say a prayer for me