Unfold De La Soul

Now here lies a tale of three lone outlaws
Chained to the game they were bound
A long way from home they were facing
As they traveled through unknown ground

Pos:
We were on our way back to the New York act
Sunrise in the sky giving me eye
Long trails ahead, horse needs to be fed
Stumbled on a town built upon ground soaked in bullets and blood
The best that murderous slain
Wanted by the law man so the draw hand is ready
Catch the local steady looking but they silent threat caused no fret
Mase lit the blunt with style and said
[Mase - inhaling] "this fire's ?, stick around for a while"

So they climbed down from their saddle
Will all eyes a comin'
Like drifters, their face stone hard
The ways of a man can always be tested
So through the whispers they rode on guard

Pos:
Never felt such a warm welcome as this
We need to venture into these parts more often