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Optical Carrier transmission rates are a standardized set of specifications of transmission bandwidth for digital signals that can be carried on Synchronous Optical Networking (SONET) fiber optic networks. Transmission rates are defined by rate of the bitstream of the digital signal and are designated by hyphenation of the acronym OC and an integer value of the multiple of the basic unit of rate, e.g., OC-48. The base unit is 51.84 Mbit/s. Thus, the speed of optical-carrier-classified lines labeled as OC-n is n × 51.84 Mbit/s. more »

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Why
Imma tell my truth, ain't no lies
Got killers with me, they by my side
Shooters with me keep the 9
Demons set free up in the night
Some nights I just feel alone
Momma worried I won't make it home
Got 30 missed calls on my phone
Had to go and get it on my own
Real shit
When I was young, I was the kid they wanna chill with
I was broke as hell, ain't have the money for a field trip
Stayed my ass home, while other kids was out here living
But, it got me on my grind
Had me selling nicks and some dimes
I was feeding my momma lies
Told her cash clean but it was tied
To many illegal things and them crimes
Streets though
I knew it was wrong, had to support all of my people
Little did I know that some ain't treat me like I'm equal
Didn't think my mans would snake me for some Valentinos
I was a naive little guy
Thought there was a power in the sky
Controlling me so I don't have to try
Asked questions with no reply
Never questioned god with a
Why
Imma tell my truth, ain't no lies
Got killers with me, they by my side
Shooters with me keep the 9
Demons set free up in the night
Some nights I just feel alone
Momma worried I won't make it home
Got 30 missed calls on my phone
Had to go and get it on my own
Now I'm getting older
Heart colder
Look behind my shoulder
It's over
Hate being sober
Might tweak if you see me with a toaster
I can kill, I don't care 'bout my life
Lost my soul, ain't even have a fight
What is god, now I can see the light
Took my mom, know that shit ain't right
No, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I overthink, I just lose all control
Free DC, another year for parole
Lost someone else, that shit took a toll
But why
Is it me
But why
Is it me
Why
Imma tell my truth, ain't no lies
Got killers with me, they by my side
Shooters with me keep the 9
Demons set free up in the night
Some nights I just feel alone
Momma worried I won't make it home
Got 30 missed calls on my phone
Had to go and get it on my own

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