Third World Lawlessness, Police State Security

Ron on the streets. hustlers abound, and gag. dog shit dangerous mines, watch Your steps.
where all the money comes into the country the Cubans are not allowed to go.
And they are Not allowed to go.
and i go and come. i will leave.
the police are here for my protection.
and a citizen will be arrested because i am here.
do You sleep well on Your gold flake sheets?
is Your food rationed?
are we all the same?
what are Your intentions toward my GDP?
i see You eyeing my sneakers.
they are more than You have, and i can have more.
will i bring You the sound of commercilization?
money comes first, no?