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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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