DON’T CRY (I’LL BE READY)

Credits

Written by - A. Wallace, R. Meltzer

 

published by - Capsicum Music, Soul of Zion Music 

 

Produced and Arranged by = Roger Meltzer, Joseph Everton "Reality" Weekes

Lyrics

Chorus-

Cuban- (Oh) When your man leave you

Don’t cry, baby

Just call on me

When your man leave you (bkgds-don’t cry)

Don’t cry, baby (bkgds-don’t cry)

Just call on me

I’ll be ready (eh, ‘low me now)

I’ll be ready (g’way)

I’ll be ready

To love you, girl

(bkgds-Don't cry) Don’t cry

(bkgds-Don't cry) Don’t cry

(bkgds-Don't cry) Don’t cry

(bkgds-Don't cry) Don’t cry

No time to lose

 

Verse-

Female dj/singjay- (a wha' ya wan'?)

‘ear mi now, mi mon stress mi out wit’ dem t’ing ‘im done

Mi gif ‘im ev’ryt’ing -- an' ‘im jus' gif mi bun

Mi buy ‘im car an’ da clothes ‘pon ‘im back

Now mi jus’ wan gif ‘im -- ‘eart attack

 

Verse-

‘im turn mi eyes all red, got mi cheeks all wet

Mi yam bone dry from ‘im nightly neglect

Got nowhere to turn – at mi wit’s last end

‘im run off wit’ da gyal dat was mi bes’ friend ... so mi bawl...so mi bawl

Repeat chorus

Cuban- (Oh) When your man leave you

Don’t cry, baby

Just call on me

When your man leave you

Don’t cry, baby

Just call on me

I’ll be ready (mi nuh ready for dat now)

I’ll be ready (eh, Cuban, ya ‘ear wha' mi seh?)

I’ll be ready

To love you, girl

(bkgds-Don't cry) Don’t cry (sobbing) (seh mi tired fi cryin’ so)

(bkgds-Don't cry) Don’t cry (seh mi tired fi cryin’ so)

Don’t cry (mi nuh wan' cry no more)

Don’t cry

No time to lose

Verse- ah wha' ya wan'?

Female- Mi seh, mi shoulda lis’en to mi momma advice

An’ chop off ‘im tailey like dem t’ree blind mice

Feed da t’ing to da fam’ly poochie

First time me catch ‘im checkin out she koochie

 

Verse-

Can mi find mi a brudda know where ‘im ‘ome is

An’ nuh show ev'ry data where ‘im man’ood is?

Till mi find me a true mon – no if, an’ or but

Mi jus’ keep da shop closed an’ da door lock shut

Repeat Chorus 2X and ad lib tag out to fade

Female- S’ppose yah see ‘er?

‘im shoulda lef me fi a hotta gyal

Gyal me coulda battle wit’

Or e’en gyal ‘im could tek outa road an’ go model wit’

What kinda disrespectful t’ing dat?

Eh, disrespect

S’ppose yah see ‘er?

She nuh e’en hot!

Laugh till mi ‘ead a ‘urt mi

Mi look better dan ‘er

‘im know it, too

‘im can’t get me again

Door lock shut