BIOGRAPHY OF IMRAN MALIK SUFFERIN FROM NHS FAKE MENTAL ILLNESS ABUSE THERE WAS NO DESEASE AND THER WAS NO REASON FOR A CURE EITHER IT WAS ALL FAKLY DONE TO ME BECAUSE I HAD PUT THIS BOOK OUT TEACHING EVERYONE THE SECRETS OF MY LANGUge lit the language of light I hope you donate to my book I am broke and I gave the book out for free appreciate me in the way of love ...
WELCOME TO THIS BOOK, THIS BOOK IS ABOUT MY SON IMRAN
HE VERY SPECAIL BOY, LOVE TO SING MUSIC ALOT N PLAY
SOMETIMES WHEN HE GET ANGRY, HE PRAYS TO GOD ASKING FOR HIS WISH
AND IF GOD WIL GRANT MY BOY, MY SWEET LOVELY BOY HIS DREAM
AND THEN HE CAN MAKE ME HAPPY WITH MONEY IN MY HAND
BECAUSE I TELL HIM TO WORK FOR ME I AM OLD AND MY WISH IS THE SAME
I LOVE WHAT HE HAS FOR A WOMEN , EVEN THO HE HIDES , VERY SHY PERSON
VERY KIND , AND POLITE PERSONALITY HE WAS BORN A LIBRA
AND HE HAS SEEN IMAM MAHDI BECAUSE ALLAH REPLIED ONE DAY TO HIS LIFE
MY SON DOESNT HAVE MANY FRIENDS THEY WERE ALL BAD TO HIM USING FOR MONEY
AND WHEN THEIRES NO CAR HE HAS THEY ALL GONE SPENDING IT
N THEN WHEN HES UNWELL WHERE ARE YOUR FRIENDS THEN ? WHEN YOU HAVE A GIFT
I NEVER WANT MY SON TO DARE STASRT FIGHTS WITH ANYONES FAMILY
I LOVE MY SON BUT I LEAVE GOD TO PROTECT HIS PROTETY
BECAUSE HE NEVER HAD A CHANCE TO TELL ME HOW BEAUTLFUL HE WAS IN HIS LLYRICAL POETRY
AND THE MAN HES BECOME I WANT TO KNOW ALL AOUT IT BUT I DONT KNOW ENGISH THAST FLUENT
SO WHEN WE TALK WE HAVE FUN WITH BUSICUIT COLOUR COATS ALTHOUGHT I BROKE HIS GUN
AND THEN I DONT WANT MY SON TO BE A VICTIM FROM A WOMEN WHEN IM GONE GIVE HIM EVERYTHING HE WANTS
HE LIKE TO MAKE HIS OWN DECISIONS HE SPEAK THE TRUTH AND ALL THAT HE DOES IS FUN FOR HIM
I LIKE MY SON TO LEARN THE HOOLY QURAN BEFORE ME LIFE SO I CAN BE SAVED BY HIS INTERCIESSION
I NEVER WANTED HIM TO TAKE DRUGS N ALCHOLE BUT ITS BAD N I BELIEVE HE WILL STOP
AND THIS IS THE LIFE OF MY SON ISLOTAED AT HOME BUT I TELL HIM DONT WORRY ANGELS ARE WITH YOU
AND YOU HAVE YOUR GUIDE WHICH IS YOU SO WRITE IT ALL SHOW THE WORLD AND YOUR ENEMY TOO
THIS IS A BOOK ABOUT MY SON IMRAN MY LOVELY PRINCESS, MY SWEET BOY WHO TELLS HIS STORY TALES
THIS BOOK IS ABOUT WHAT HE DONE AND WHO HE WAS
CHAPTER ONE -
HE HAS A TALENT LIKE NO ONE ELSE AND HE LOVES WHAT HES CREATED
MANY PEOPLE ARE EGOS SURREEDOUNGIN HIS LIVING
ALTHUOGHT HE TRUSTS NO ONE WHENEVER HES WRITING
BECAUSE HIS PPASSION IS SOMETHING OTHER THEN THIS ILFE CAN EVER DEICDE
AND HE WROT THE BOOK CALLED THE MATERIAL GIFT ITS HIS BROTHER MASOOM
MY SON IS MY ONLY INCOME ALTHOUGHT HE HAS NO PAIR IN THIS WORLD
STILL I STRY N LOOK IF GOD WILL GIVE HIM ONE SO HE CAN FHAVE HIS FUNAHAHAHAA
I FORGIVE ME SON N I HOPE THE WOMEN FORGIVES HIM TOO
BECAUSE GOD FORGIVES WHEN HE CATCH ES US DOIN WRONG
N WHEN GOD TAKE AWAY THE SIN FROM PRAYER EVERYTHING IS HEALED
NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES HE DOES I HOPE N WISH HIM FUN N HE RUNS N TELLS ME WHAT HE DID
N I HATE THE PPERSON WHO DIDNT CASRE FOR MY SON ALL MONEY NO LOVE
EVERYDAY CIGERRETE DRUGS ALCAHOLE TELLIN ME THEY WONT STOP
BUT WHEN HE TELL ME HE CHUCKED IT AWAY AGIN I LAUGH
MY SWEET BOY COME N HUG ME MY BABY
HE CAN WRITE LOVE BUT HE WANTS TO KNOW WHEN N WHERE TO CHCUK IT HOW IF IT COMES
NO ONE KNOWS I LOVE MY BOY BECAUSE I ONLY SEE WHAT HE DONT THATS WHY I ENJOY HIM
WHEN HES AROUND N HIS COMPANY ALWAYS LOOKING FOR THE BUZZ OF WEEED
SO HIS TRUTH CAN FINALLY BE WITH HIS LIFE ALL THAST HE IS A WARRIOR UNDER A CORROT GOLDEN RINGS
MY BROTHER IS IN HARDSHIP BUT I HAVENT REALISED IT
N WHEN HE TELLS ME I CRY BECAUSE IN HEAVEN I WITNESSED HE WOULD TELL ME NO LIES
ONLY ABLE TO MAKE SOMETHING WORK N SITTIN UNDER LEAVES OF THE JUNGLE
I LOVE HIS POETRY BUT IM NOT SURE OF HIS RESPONBILTITY AT THE MOMENT
I LOVE WHAT I READ BUT ITS IMORTANT? I BELIEVE ALLAH WILL GIVE HIM HIS JAMACAIN RAPPING
N THEN HE WILL UNDERSTAND THAST MY AUGHTER LOVE HIM BECAUE HE WAS THERE FOR HER STUPID
MY SON IS A SWEET BOY BEHIND MY BACK TURNIN HE WRITE MY HEASRT
N WONDERS WHAST HE FINDS BECFORE THE WORLDS CEEDIES ITS A SCAR THATS HE WRITES
I CAN NEVER GIGHT FOR THE WORDS WHEN THE PURPOSE TRETURN TO LIGHT
N IF MY SON IS GONE I WONT BE HAPY LIVING THIS LONG LIFE N NO ONE TO TAKE CARE OF ME
THEY ALL SPY I TELL HIS FATHER HES LIKE NO HES YOUR SON YOUR LIFE
AND DONT BRING HIM NEAR BECAUSE I FEEL ANGRY WHEN I CANT GIVE HIM ANYTHING HE WANTS
THATS WHY I LOVE MY SON QUITE AT HOME WRITING HIS PAIN BECAUSE HE HAS NO ONE IN THE WORLD TODAY
AND HE BELIEVES IT HE HAS NO ONE EVER AGAIN N HE WILL NEVER BOW DOWN
I GIVE HIM MY CROWN BEFORE THEY TAKE ME UNABLE TO ESCAPE THE BREATHE OF LIFE
JUS BURY ME WITH YOUR MONEY AT MY FUNERAL DAY YOULL SPARE ME A LIFE
N IF ANY ONE HURT MY SON TOMOROW IN MARDIGE WORK DAY OR NIGHT I WILL BE WATCHING N PRAYING FOR HIM
ALLAH BESTOWED US TOO MANY STRUGGLES HELP THOSE N THEN THEY NEVER HELP AGAIN
INSTEAD MONEY NO LOVE WHEN HE RUNS TO ME I LOVE MY BABY BOY
AND NO KIDS GAME HIM ANYTHING HE ALWAYS TAKE HIS ONES FROM HOME OUT SIDE N GIVE TO OTHERS
AND WHEN HIS ALBUM IS MADE HE'LL HIDE HIS BEST ONES N GIVE THE TUTTII ONES OUT
AND THASTS MY SON BUT HE DOESNT KNOW IT YET TO END IT OR LET IT RUN HE FALLS INIINT
AND PLEASE TAKE THAT BEARD MY BABY BABA
I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE HIM I SEE HIM
THEM I WONDER WHAT AHS STRUCK HIM
HE HAS CARS MONEY HOUME N JOY
WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT GET AN EDUCATION
WORK EARN SOMETHING
NO ONE WILLL MARRY YOU
YOU ONLY GET A WOMEN IN YOUR HAND WHEN GODS WRITTEN IT
STOP THIS DRINKIN N SMOCKIN WHAT IF I WENT N HAD A WHITE WOMEN
I CAN LEAVE YOU N WALK AWAY N THEN I SIT N CRY
WHO HAS DONE THIS TO YOU N WHY
I USE TO TELL YOU NEVER GO OUT BECAUSE THAST WHAT YOU WILL BRING HOME
WHEN ALL THE TIME IS WASTED N YOUR OLD
WHO WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU my dear
you lucky everything mine is yours
n i know you so well because you sit silent waiting
n then you stirke
hunt it before it hunts you
n i know the rapper n black people you hang with
when they get you a wrong women you will be trapped
youll eave everything here in this world
n go to another world if you get there
i cant save you you seve your self by remebering allah
i love my son when i sleep hes there standing with water all night
when i awake he makes me breakfast n kisses my forehead n gives me water to drink
when i hear voice i dont tell him or he get angry with me n then push me
when angry he cannot see and when he smashes i say to oplice no handle him
he is my son still my son always be my son not yours or anyones i promised him
i seen the life of my cradle rocking in flames n waters
one day he chuck it in my face in my eyes then he pray for no harm to come my way
but i seen the fire in his soul n when the water touches my heasrt i cannot know
if ihe prayer is heasrd or there is confusinon in his reward today there nothing he reicveed
althought he decivved my people but we all watch him n theres nothing he can do i didnt have clues
but he only found me out so he knew unable n scared wont tell no one who he really is
leave it to him to see his lord when he returns he doesnt want nothing from the world
n when i step two steps away im hurt when im enar him i get it the easy way out of it
but im still studying the rest of him weather i would have shaprened him
his work has attractive too much attention maybe he needa lady that weil drive me away from hm froever
because i too wish to be free from someone i was his witness on judgement day of all the presusure in the fire of which he kept his game
this is a story about teddy timmy tommy and poppy
teddy was a left brain timmy was the middle n tommy was a right
one dasy tedddy pick timmy and tommy went riding in the woods
popopy met them along way n tookk over driving the car a fasr in the night
n found out thast other then poppy someone had killed him
spooky how it was we had to find clue n who is really was
hi welcome everyone to my story book
its called the adventures of teddy n tommy
see tommy was a right brain n teddy was the left
tommy was bright n teddy was dull
teddy use to be the bad person while tommy was the good one
but tommy lied being good n poor teedy was honest all along
but something went bad in timmiys head in the back seas of the car
sdtsrted wondering on further wickedly for a murder
to kill oppoy quickyl n put him in his seast near the grave tombs tone finally i did him for erevenge
teddy was the murderer for his traits
some spinration to write on the keyboard left n right wing middle it not important
attraction -- abusive
LISTENERS N THE POTGRAPHER
BASKETBALL IN THE SPORT HALL
RIHYMES
OPENING BAGS
CALCULATING STEPS
TEDDY N TOMMY
SWORDS AND GUNS
PIECES
the world verse the material gift
hapyness is on the right
sadness is on the left
if you write you raps or writing like this
it will be fun
note this is where the ball has to land
when your sentaces finish in each line
who ever wrote lefts wrote lies
whoever wrote rights wrote truths
whoever wrote both confused your mind n this is mind control
below is a pattern you can ffolow to write good music n work
you can make your own
experiement from powerful people n inspiration what it was like the reality of living ...knowledge is a path to paradise
this can be used for music
because if you put the stencil
of the keyboard on the paino
the keys and notes are in the same place
and if you put transliteration on it
you can sing the words to experience culteral worlds through them
like learning n writing a song using the structure
remember calculating afollwin event is one way to write inspiration
remember grammer is another way
imagine classico pieace or music
n imagine picasso pieace for painting
picaso says there is a light
in the dark night
where the jungles soring
and the wind blowing
what a result ?
classico says
it was darkness in th deep end of the piano and light on thr bright side of it in the middle was haromony on the keybaord n paino
also anything that was created in creation had left middle right
its not hard to say or write when you have it written in movies
comics music painting ever more to explore ...
being simply n writing easy baby n th simply way is the best joy of life
n the perfect truth ...always write your truth becaue everyones truth is the same everyones lie is different but every story has an beggining midddle and ending to it remember that not end but ending two or more words
remember when you use a comma, its what you thought next its what you imagined...
and remember the keyboard is wisdom and the matrial gift is beyond its a light whih resolves itself and leaves you to carry on in life openin n closing it because its portable..
lets see how the keyboard setences works on the right
and the truth was on the left while the lie was on the right
but for muslims the truth is on the right and the lie is on the left
you have freedom to be both or the middle
this is if your truth is on the right
there was a strange man - if your describing something
dont be here to kill us - if your commanding
owing someone something back - resolving
you see the claims of lie to be true are on the left
you see the truth to be a lie is on the right
so the truth is a lie ... really because wisdom is the middle to decide
i wrote a poem below showing the claims to truth from the left
remember punnjabi is a story
hindi - is colour of holy
Urdu - is the language of joy
French - is the language of love n romance
engish is a languges of desires n wonderful joy but very limited experience
Punjabi
aj meh appne karr batiya see - its like a story
hindi
kya natak hai yeh app ka - its like holy colours
Urdu
mera rung
mera rung kuchishi ka mazza hoopsurastu ke saathe
zammana samna ana abi to thum - its a like joy
I realised the method of numbers beats alphabetical exploration
imagine the thinkin bulb int he back chapters
every 5 words make you think
hi my name is imran
sallam mera naam imran hai
doesn't that make you think it does
see the method
you can write you own language but don't !!
because the government will snatch n ruin you for it
write in English someonething they cant destroy but destroy themselves
behold the greatest tenqnieue to write all the time
a conversation to god...