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
“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
Never So Deep/MCA