his name is vilester jones. >> when we first entered one of the jail's open dorm housing units we noticed a guy, somewhat intimidating, very large, working out on 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. >> lock them up, throw away the key. prisons are being built faster and further than the eye can see. they're being constructed to house you, and 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, while 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 juveniles. fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, children, cousins, in-law friends, wake up you sleeping fools, you're headed for the pen. then it would be too late. everyone will see that they have safely locked us up anthre away the key. thanks a lot [ applause ] >> even though jones was popular among other inmates and had spent time in prison, he struggled wi