Answer:
I am a good state, there can be no doubt of itΝΎ But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
I always follow my brother but you cannot see me, only him. You cannot hear him but you can hear me. What are we?
What has two hands, a round face, always runs, but stays in place?
When you take away the whole from me there is always some left.