[OrangeJuiceJonesParticipant]

July 7, 2004

As I decide to fulfill my life’s strategy
The devil insists on trying to battle me
I meet him in an empty field on the high plains
He throws temptations my way to inflict internal pain
Life and death matters, this ain’t no game
It’s mind over matter, the power of my brain
He thinks I’ll give in if my muscles start to strain
He believes I’ll submit to the evil of society’s frame
And benefit from notoriety’s gain
He says I don’t have to properly train
and that he’ll give me all the fame
and everyone will know my name
But I think he’s insane
‘Cause I know the truth- to gain is to give
To have pain is to live
So I call on my heavenly Father’s name
And slowly watch the thunder and rain subside
I’m finally able to push the temptations aside
I went blow for blow, I went face to face
Now the devil knows, I’m able to escape
Not by a back door or an alternate route
I saw the middle high ground and I ran right through
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July 15, 2004

No bandage can cover my scars
It’s hard living a life behind invisible bars
Searching for the face of God
I’m only inspired by the poems of Nas
Because the truth has carved my life’s patterns
The reality of pain, and the joy of laughter
My hopes and dreams shattered
by the miscalculation of my own situation
It’s difficult to keep my nerves patient
Facing the forecast of fears
that none of my peers have ever been faced with
I wanna reach the top floor, but I’m stuck in the basement
With not enough juice to burst through
the chains that have shackled my brain
It seems my dreams have carried me to a separate peace
apart from reality
Society is allowing me to grow into the man I’m destined to become
But how can I move when my entire skeleton is numb?
Numb from the obstacles that I’ve been given
Suddenly the bars connect to walls
and I find myself contained inside life’s prison
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September 5, 2004

My life story is read in poetic stages
I was once weak-minded, now I’m courageous
The cause and effect of a thousand actions
The mathematical breakdown of micro-fractions
It’s difficult to fathom the coming of the rapture
What if I awoke in an empty pasture?
Suddenly every ounce of passion had been depleted
And all my determination had been defeated
The rain pours, my tears fall
The pain subsides, I stand in awe
A lightning bolt strikes, I feel a sudden energy
Thunder clouds approach, I can’t run from destiny
A tornado tears me down, but I will stand again
My life is a hurricane, but I’ll weather it to the end
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October 2, 2004

Ten minutes pass without a notice
Nine times in my life I’ve felt hopeless
Eight friends I’ve lost on purpose
Seven broken bones my skeleton felt were worthless
Six days of work, but only one day of worship
Five ways I feel pain, but that’s only on the surface
Four corners of the earth, all touched by God’s churches
Three sisters have influenced my poetic verses
Two years that I completely lost focus
One brother for which I wrote this
Ten minutes pass without a notice
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November 10, 2004

I can’t see what my future has in store
but I move forth with the strength of a condor
The courage of a warrior
The commitment of an American soldier
Despite this weight on my shoulder
my inner forces circulate to form
a nucleus of an unbreakable bond
These words describe the soundtrack to my life’s song
My mind and body united like the Colors of Benneton
My destiny isn’t told by the creases of my palm
A sharp thorn once cut my soul
The blood flowed
But no bandage would cover the wound
I couldn’t help but stare at the distant moon
Waiting for a resolution to come at an instant soon
I asked the Lord, “What am I to do?”
He said, “Son, I made the sky blue
The rain falls because of me
Leaves change colors on a fall tree
I was the inspiration to Martin Luther King
I’m the reason Ray Charles could sing
I’ve changed others through and through
And my son, I’ll do the same to you”
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http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2005/basketball/ncaa/02/16/redick.poems/

[llperez]

thats pretty good

[OhCanada-Participant]

Great post and seems like J.J. should have a side career.

[SpencerIsHawesome2Participant]

He actually talks a little about it here, towards the end i think

[bballdave3Participant]

Good to see my man JJ is still smokin weed and thinkin deep

[SlimParticipant]

trippin balls

[LeroyJenkinsParticipant]

Well it got me wet, no homo?

[Malik-UniversalParticipant]

i write poetry and songs too, those were real good

[JoeWolf1]

I wish someone could get ahold of John Bryant’s dirty limerics.

[butidonthavemoney]

If you want those, you’d have to sneak into his cave when he’s asleep. For the love of GOD, don’t wake him up…

[JoeWolf1]

I heard he tried to publish them in Sports Illustrated for Kids and the editor got a restraining order against him.

[Malik-UniversalParticipant]

thts y he only played for santa clara cuz of the restraining order

[IndianaBasketballParticipant]

I’m a writer and inspired by Nas as well. I thought these were good… Pretty deep.

[McDunkin]

To this day “it aint hard to tell” is still one of my top 5 songs

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