Answer:
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
To you, rude would I never be, though I flag my tongue for all to see. What am I?
Feed me and I live. Give me water and I die. What am I?
cloud is my mother wind is my father.
I am a million people's wakeup call, gossip party and adrenaline rush. What am I?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.