To live in the summer sun
 The streets are made of silver
 I'm like a rabbit on the run
 Philidelphia freedom
 Well its not like you have heard, no, no, no
 This 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 sellin' sweets
 Baby is home cryin'
 While her mom is on the streets
 Everybody's dyin'
 Have you heard the news today?
 A woman in north Phili is mournin'
 A bullet took another son away

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

 Goin' to California, yes
 To resurect my soul
 The sun is always shinin', shinin'
 Or atleast that's what I'm told
 I'm goin' to California
 There's a better life for me, yes
 Goin' to California
 I'll write and tell you what I see
 I'm goin' to California
 Somebody say a prayer for me