Rich kids cry

Rich kids cry like gulls and normal kids taunt like crows
Rich kids clasp their parents hands desperately
The fourty degree heat bearing down on poor kids
Across the sizzling streets they´re dragged uncaringly

Rich kids burst into tears near the gutters
Normal kids talk back through jibes and mutters
Rich kids plead for their mother´s comforting
Normal kids don´t stop conning and fronting

Rich kids cry and they cry hard
Spoilt kids awry soft wills and hearts
The heat and luxury, blind to the poor´s suffering
Sheltered from their very own farts