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