text:  would take you out in the middle of the prison. A lot of them were doing life and 20 more years for killing a guy. I mean, they would kind of stab you right in the middle of the mess hall and wait for the guards to come and says, go ahead, put the cuffs on, homie. Give me another 20 years. You want my license too? So as I'm sitting there, an elegant older prisoner named Mr. Cody comes up. I'm reading a book and he says, young blood, you was down with them Black Panthers and things when you were out there.