Answer:
I am a nut with a hole. What am I?
You bury me when Iβm alive and dig me up when Iβm dead. What am I?
I run around the city but I never move.
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.