I live at the border between dignity and gravity. In lean times, you stab me for another chance. I keep order by clinging to tension. What am I?

I’m one word hiding two others. Remove my first half and I’m still food. Remove my second half and I become what I mostly am. I’m green where I’m guarded, red where I’m revealed, and named for what fills me, not what flavors me. What am I?

A slang for breast, I can hold many liquids, I can also be used to make music, or be found in old cartoons with three x's

A popular tool for leaders, I amplify and carry sound. Cheers, chants, cries, I know no bounds. From crowded rallies to fields of play, I help one voice be heard far, far away. You carry me one handed and don’t plug me in, I run on breath alone, no wires within.

I’ll represent your family, denote a rooster, or protect your teeth. One word, many meanings!