"Tha Ghetto Child"

Infinity


10/19/2001

INFINITY: Tha Ghetto Child
by MCA Records

Born Antwon Buie to a single-parent household in Charleston, SC’s crime-ridden Johnson Street Projects, Infinity: Tha Ghetto Child has lived through some shit within his mere 22 years.

Cast into the cesspool of life at birth, he and his mother lived at times like roaches without food, water or electricity. Both his mom and the mother of his first born were enslaved by crack. His son was taken from him by the Department of Human Services and put in foster care when Infinity was a teenager. And he has fought countless battles for child custody.

Whereas most shorties in his situation would have simply given up or hit the streets for bread and butter, Infinity compiled his pain, suffering and immeasurable sorrow and injected them into his music.

For nine years, the young live wire pursued a rap career and peddled EPs of his homespun rhymes from town to town throughout the Carolinas. His biggest regional seller, “Carolina Love,” sold more than 20,000 copies independently. And the undeniable buzz caught the attention of local beatsmith D.J. Bless from Suicide Kingz Productions.

When Infinity hooked up with Bless in 1997, they formulated an unmistakable chemistry. Bless’ dark, grimy production perfectly accented Infinity’s blues-tinged vocals. And hits began to follow.

With Bless lacing production, Infinity dropped club-ready favorite “Throw Ya Fingaz Up.” The joint blazed through the Southeastern border like wildfire. Soon after, Never So Deep/ MCA swiftly singed the young stalwart.

On his national debut album Pain, Infinity is set to enlighten the hip hop world with his boundless ghetto teachings of suffering, heartache and survival. “The real gone recognize the real. The streets talk more than anything. I mean, you can have the videos and all that. But the streets talk, dog.”

Indeed, the streets are still talking about Infinity. And his popularity is steadily increasing. The albums lead single, “In Tha Ghetto” is now scorching airwaves across the Carolinas with a bouncy groove and rebellious lyrics. “Nasty Boyz” is another banging cut on the album and with chest-pounding bass, gritty lead guitar riffs and hypnotic crooning on the chorus, “My Life” can rock a stage at the Tunnel in New York City or a crowd of screaming white kids at Woodstock. But Infinity reveals his deepest secrets on joints like the track, “Streets Claim Me,” and “Picture My Plan,” where his ultimate mission is to save his mom from the crack monster. On the heart-tugging “Being A Nigga,” Infinity’s scratchy tenor wails over gothic, mid-tempo production, “Every time I saw a fiend I saw my mother/ Dingy covers/ Niece and nephew wondering do she really love us.”

“My lyrics always come from the heart. I don’t like to be just rapping. I like to always be talking ‘bout something cause it’s so much negative out there,” he says. “I can’t come out with the ice and things cause that’s what’s blinding the kids now. You got the kids doing the wrong things. Them children ain’t gone be able to buy no $50,000 jeans or no $50,000 rings without going out and killing somebody.”

Light years more responsible than most young adults his age, Infinity now raises his seeds. He has gained full custody of his first born. His mother lives with him as well and has been on the path to recovery for a couple of months. “I’m God blessed. God got me in His eyes and in His arms. I ain’t worried. Everything’s gone be alright. It’s a slow process, but I know He didn’t put me through nothing I can’t handle,” he continues. “I hope a lotta kids can look up (to me) and see that I’m living proof. You can come from nothing and have no family members. And you can be the one to break them chains.”

Never So Deep/MCA