East's Thought's

    Sometimes I can't shake it: I hear sounds seemingly suggesting that I'm dumb. Yeah right.
    "Playing God Mr. East?" How right you are sir. That's what were suppose to be doing.
    Playing God for life, not over it.
    My father: Babe's in toy land. Turned into an animal, all because of money.
    On god's, father's and manager's, all I can say is, conscious, conscious, conscious.
     "Helping" is an interesting word you have to be good and smart about it and you can over do it. You try and get them to help themselves.