Gone To California Paroles

The 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 selling sweets
Baby is home crying
While her momma's on the streets
Everybody's dying
Have you heard the news today?
A woman in north Philly is mourning
The bullet took another son away
I'm goin' to California
I'm goin' far, far, far away
Goin to California, yes
To resurrect my soul
The sun is always shining,
Or at least that's what I'm told
Goin' to California
There's a better life for me, yes
Goin' to California
I'll write and tell you what I see
Goin' to California
Somebody say a prayer for me