- Hear then the story of Bigger T.
- A common tale and not pretty.
- Native son of the windy city.
- Never felt that he was free.
- Wound up dead when he tried to be.
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- Why did I do it? I don’t know!
- Hot from the liquor, cold from the snow.
- Gal in the bed, her mom at the do’.
- Trapped like a rat, nowhere to go.
- Covered her mouth while I laid low.
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- Bigger killed that young girl dead.
- Laid her down on a hot coal bed.
- Then took a brick to his girlfriend’s head.
- Across the rooftops Bigger fled.
- Nearly escaped but got caught instead.
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- Got myself a real smart Jew
- a left wing lawyer, thought he knew
- a way to talk the judge into
- a life in prison that I could do.
- But when they were finished I was through.
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- Bigger the victim? What a switch!
- That murdering, raping, son of a bitch!
- Was no other man ever born in a ditch?
- Or prevented by fate from relieving his itch?
- Is poverty then to be blamed on the rich?
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- Louis William Rose
- October 29, 2002
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- (Bigger Thomas is a character in the book, Native Son
written by
- Richard Wright one of the great lights of the Harlem Renaissance)
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