his name is valester jones. >> when we first entered one of the jail's open dorm housing units, we noticeduy, somewhat intimidating, very large, working out on the yard. and 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. >> lock him up, throw away the key. prisons are being built faster and further than the eyes can see. those prisons are being constructed to house you, me and all our families. there's nothing more than modern-day slavery. lock them up, throw away the key. home of the brave, land of the free. then why are millions of americans locked up in the penitentiary? if you're so brave and you're so wild, why can't you relate to the juvenile? fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, children, cousins, in-law, friends, wake up you sleeping fools, you're headed for the pen. but then it will be too late. everyone will see that they have safely locked us up and threw away the key. thanks a lot. >> even though jones was popular among other inmates and had spent time in prison, he strug