Pink — Gone To California

[Verse 1] I'm going to California 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, no, no, no This city of brotherly love is full of pain and hurt [Verse 2] I'm going to California To find my pot of gold Corruption on every corner Hustlers selling sweets Baby is home crying While her mom is on the streets Everybody's dying Have you heard the news today? A woman in north Phili is mourning A bullet took another son away [Bridge] I'm going to California I'm going far, far, far away [Verse 3] Going to California, yes To resurrect my soul The sun is always shining, shining Or at least that's what I'm told I'm going to California There's a better life for me, yes Goin' to California I'll write and tell you what I see I'm going to California Somebody say a prayer for me