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Going to calfornia,

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

Chorus

I'm going 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

Every bodys dying

Have heard the news today

A women in the Philly is mournin'

A bullet took another son away

Chorus

I'm going to California

I'm going far far away

(Saxophone bit)

- x2 (the slides into the quickly)

I'm going to California

To resurrect my soul

The sun is always shining

Or at least thats what I'm told

Chorus

I'm going to California

To find a better life for me

I'm going to California

I'll write and tell you what I see

I'm going to California

Somebody say a prayer for me (she fades out)

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