Sports and politics are liquids you cant combine 
It will kill you, it might be over in absolutely no time 
Inspired by Nationalteatern, I am here today to tell a story 
That aint about bitches and not very much about glory 
 
1968, a John Carlos took the third place in 200 meters 
We wouldnt remember that if it didnt went a little deeper 
Mr Brundage was smiling like he never had before 
No American eyes where dry, thats somethin we know for sure 
Even for the rest of the world the tears was near 
Suddenly, the two black men raise their fists in the air 
And the surprised high hat men swallows their whisky sour 
They have humiliated The Stars with black power 
The heart stopped beating for one or two patriotic dads 
Our black boys have behaved very bad 
Mr Carlos, you should have been satisfied with your big win 
you should have stayed out of all that niggering 
Cus the sports stands over politics, you dug your own grave 
Be a strong power for your people or behave 
Thats the big question 
 
So what happened with John Carlos, y'all wonder 
Well thats an story with a lot of rain and thunder 
He got kicked out from the team and left Mexico 
Got a job at Puma, as you all might already know 
Earned his money by interviews, that costed 10 dollars 
He said I have ta, if I want my family to get any older 
A friend of my father interviewed him in 1974 
He was still at Puma, and here comes the score 
It started off and they spoke a little forced 
My fathers friend was about to exit the door 
When he suddenly saw a panther, on Carlos shirt 
The friend said: then you still stay commited 
You still fight for the black power, yet today 
Carlos was quiet for a minute and answered calmly 
It aint a panther 
it is a puma