I like it    I don't like it

Im goin to california
To live in the summer sun
The streets are made of silver
Im 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

Im 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
Everybodys dyin
Have you heard the news today?
A woman in north phili is mournin
A bullet took another son away

Im goin to california
Im goin far, far, far away

Goin to california, yes
To resurect my soul
The sun is always shinin, shinin
Or atleast thats what Im told
Im goin to california
Theres a better life for me, yes
Goin to california
Ill write and tell you what I see
Im goin to california
Somebody say a prayer for me