this man's name is lester jones. >> when we first entered one of the jail's open door units, we noticed a guy working out in the yard. at the same time one of the inmates was telling us that we needed to interview their jail's resident poet, and it actually turned out to be the same guy. >> throw away the key. prisons are being built faster and further than the eyes can see. those buildings are being constructed to house you, me, and all of our family. it's nothing more than modern day slavery. lock them up, throw away the key. home of the brave. land of the free. millions of americans locked up in the penitentiary. we're so brave and we're so wild, why can't you make it to the juvenile? fathers, mothers, sister, brother, inlaw, friends, ewe headed for the pen. then it would be too late, yet everyone will see that they are safe. locked us up and threw away the key. thanks, guys. [ applause ] >> even though jones was popular among other inmates and had spent time in prison, he struggled with some aspects of life of dormitory style housing that he shared with 71 other men. >> i never real