Incarceration, does not mean one has nothing to give for experience, nothing to teach as future knowledge, for wisdom, nothing worth to say as solid motivation and inspiration, for on the contrary, “all” is giving, taught and said as the jewels of survival. Releasing the glimpse of reality, as a “valuable asset” from those souls of the minority of the streets we have once walked, the gangways, hustlin’ the lane, hoping poverty would change, for the family to you’re grade, the status of the game, but now we sit in concrete and steel, built to house society “miscreants” or should I say that’s misunderstood. From the lack of education, getting it on our own was the only “available” motivation, or maybe preached to the wrong life meaning and not revived to the truth of knowledge and principles, that life can be beautiful. We have traveled the hallways of super max cell blocks and we are not dead. Long as we have a mind to receive the glimpse of reality, we breathe deeply and slowly despite the lack of life oxygen, exhaling our fears into self-correction, inhaling our goals and dreams. To breathe peace and humbleness of the future for pretty days. The soul can’t strive, if you don’t try and can hardly survive, the eyes cannot scan if they do not understand, the glimpse of reality, we embrace our friends, partners and family in our mind's eye, while they evade our physical grasp contents with the future and the past, in luren of the present, for change, progress and survival, we accept our flops as mistakes and heal, then begin on our next attempt to embrace, the jewel of freedom. As that better person from a glimpse of reality from concrete and steel.