Gone To California - Pink

I’m goin’ to California

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