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.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?
I'm at the head of an elephant and at the tail of a squirrel
I am good at concealing what's real and hide what's true. Sometimes I bring out the courage in you!
An open ended barrel I am shaped like a hive. I am filled with the flesh and the flesh is alive.
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.